The sunray is magnificently sweet
Like a Ponkan dew beneath your teeth...
I fear not death, but death without rebirth;
For how I'll doubly miss the southern spring...
Love is infatuation when you are in love with
someone new your heart skips a beat for someone...
Love is a journey with two lovers as each
step I take will take me to my destination...
I am awake much earlier than her
As my eyes try to adjust in the night...
Should I inform these pages of our bed?
Could words have words for what is most unsaid...
She loved her high-heeled shoes, she was
cheeky, she had style, she would be dressed...
My lady is the moon upon my night;
The dark is far less dark around her eye...
I remember what
you’d say will history...
It speaks to us in thousand ways,
Ushering light into darkest days...
FLY, BUTTERFLY!
Lone among bevies...
We might be just a dot, a stratum,
buried in the layout of ladybug wings...