I've been to the city of love alone
Severely heartbroken to the bone...
You resurrected my soul
upon a hot sultry night...
If lips were unique like
snowflakes and fingertips...
I spoke French for thirteen years
I say to him...
He just said "it's over"
And left me standing in the rain...
When i was lost,
you picked me up...
It is night,
The depth of dark...
When the breeze
Brought me the fragrance...
Morning poem
Life is filled with boarders...
Warm weather rolling down the hills,
Blades are turning on the old mills...
The thickness of darkness grasped me
Like a wall around my conscious...
It is raining
You too...