Honey do.
Otta' do...

I miss your incongruities,
I miss them quite a lot...

Adoring is all
Reality is nothing...

Memories crocheted of spiders silk,
Until a shawl is made...

She kissed it and made it better.
But the pain was still there...

They kiss our scrapes and make it better.
They're always there for us...

Green arms rise in praise of old sol.
Egyptians shout Hooo....Ra...

Why do we risk a broken heart,
When down that road we venture...

When your sweetheart sends you a letter,
And breaks your heart...

Four beige walls scream at me.
You're not here...

I hope you celebrated long and hard,
As you deserve to do...

Love is...
Eternity condensed...