When I behold the daffodils of Spring,
Of oranged lush that painted meadows gleam...
I have within a vase your art had made
Not by your softest hands did craft design...
(I)
I vow to you: to give your beauty due...
If I had the words to describe my feelings for you
I would be the happiest man in the universe...
There is this man I know so well
He keeps old songs like wishing wells...
Sweet tender bliss
I can't stop thinking of you...
I'm against the thousand doors to my heart,
and I'm not sure if they are meant to keep you in...
I sit alone in my room
The only light my phone...
She flows like a river -
Both soft and steady, rough and choppy...
Daydreaming of you
And in my sleep...
I cannot walk alone,
trapped in the web of my own emotions...
Six more months.
Not just for me...