I fear not death, but death without rebirth;
For how I'll doubly miss the southern spring...
You
have a place...
Holding Her Hand
Sit with me and hold my hands...
I love the way you walk in the room
And all my attention you steal...
It was wholly unexpected
when my wife plopped down beside me...
I dreamed of us last night
of a way that never was...
I was trapped between the two wings I was given.
And I, lifted by love...
I want be the search engine
where you could search everything you need...
Suddenly, a story runs on my mind
A daydream or some sort of a kind...
I wasn’t interested in more;
In fact, I thought you were kind of a bore...
I’ve been wondering why I rarely write about...
Wondering why a girl who never seems to run out of...
Memories of you...