Subtlety is not my forte when it comes to you;
Open mouth, spilling words long left dormant...
When I first saw her and both our eyes met
I was captured by the way they smile...
On quieter days, I catch
myself laying on...
Bon voyage
She's sailing...
You joke to me;
"Trade me in...
A woman's heart holds a deep ocean
filled with whisper tears from yesterday...
She's my paragon from Heaven
Because she's a cut above...
Was it the light in your eyes that reflected on...
Was it the way that you smiled as if you stopped...
No, I will not burn
this poem...
You're elegantly beautiful
Up close or afar...
You love me
balls to the wall...
When I close my eyes it's you I see
Your image burnt deep in my mind...