This is a response to Alicia's poem a Girlfriend's...
Dear heavenly father full of grace...

Wax melts as the candles dwindle,
Their life is a measure of age, of time...

You're not the first,
But then I think about you always...

Love is Mount Everest,
But easy none the lest...

Pulling pins, releasing spoons,
The grenadiers to start their death summoning...

If this is love,
then i love it...

You are a temptress,
You tease me and don't know it...

She walks in a ray of pure
leaps in a field of golden barley...

Penne noodles, pesto, peas, and garlic bread,
My new favorite dish, not of food but of memories...

God has found in me a wayward soul,
So plucked from Heaven an angel fell...

As the world progresses we become more...

Mind, it is not to be controlled
but controls the rest...