A fire burns
Between you and I...
She is the first flower of Spring -The bold bloom...
She is the smell of rain in Summer -The light mist...
Love cannot be expressed with lips
That is the reason when in love it's eyes speak...
The time has come to say goodbye,
I'm sorry I have to leave today...
As she glided chatoyant
lines across her eyelids...
Stars so bright but they can not compare
To the sound of your laugh or smell of your hair...
Question marks cut in half, fingers
less likely placing periods, as we fumble with...
We had too much class for Marquee on Vegas...
where gray pigeons from the street, painted white...
Darkness pins, the sun
it splits...
Her vanity swoons
at sun-kissed ringlets...
Let me love what other men chose to lose;
bring smiles, laughs, I do cherish you...
When you look at me,
I own a childish smile...