When the prince of peace
comes...
Father in heaven who
knows me fullest...
To Misty Flower
Your birthday is when beauty was born...
Three years we’ve been together
Through the struggle and the laughter...
Everyday, every night,
when the sun or the moon is out...
(I)
Our precious months have none for charity...
(I)
What miserable virus plagues ourselves...
It is a great excitement
It feels so good...
Note: (A poem written for my darling wife on her...
Love is as kind as it is true...
You appeared between
the newly painted walls...
Rest assured, I’m full of doubt
A heap of timeless love...
O beautiful white dove
I long to come home...