Dashing soldier, an entrance he had made
But his leaving was marked with the blade...

Funny, isn’t it?
The questions I long to answer...

Strengths and weaknesses…
I am crafted from both...

How to forgive?
First...

Cricket to his mate,
“Silence, what a mouth you have...

Nostalgia is bittersweet
But when I savor today...

Hoofs swiftly racing, a carriage now approaching
The coachman drenched in beard...

Please, I’ll forget about us tomorrow
As I still want to lie longer in our bed...

When will I ever
stop wondering how I never...

Magnificence is
You in your light hearted smile...

Your mind is a stack of all sorts of things
When you are asked you always have a ready answer...

Your presence consumed
The love I have gently weaned...