Soft hands of sultry Eve cup the silent instrument
A moment before the music confesses her divine...
You say
there is no such thing as perfection...
& so we held each other almost holy
in that perfect shade of morning...
For if mine were a voice of the music of light,
and there on stony shores and craggy cusps...
call me blue (haiku)
all day long, its you...
It’s always the best feeling
To give you red roses my darling...
You saved my life
You saved me from hell...
There was a time
where I believed...
These words I say to you,
Written down in the depths of my soul...
Don't let me wander
in alleys of yesterday...
I had a conversation with the moon
last night...
She told me
“I will wear flowers...