On one day, last July
you made me cry...
Little light, that shines so bright.
Your endless spark, feared by blight...
Love, is horizon,
always there. Life, is a road...
Subtlety is not my forte when it comes to you;
Open mouth, spilling words long left dormant...
A wonderful book, which I started to read
From the start I was lured and becoming a need...
A glass is for aged red wine, it's my favourite...
A plate is for smoked salmon, still left slightly...
All by himself the heart it did sit,
Waiting for the fire within to be lit...
A robot I wish I could be
Full of wires and circuitry...
I drift aimlessly, through a valley floating, upon...
of hope...
Strengths and weaknesses…
I am crafted from both...
I lay in bed
I see your face...
I just want the chance to show
That I could make you whole...