These three words, I love you,
eloquent, easy to say to another, yet wound...

Friends are always there,
Right when you need them the most...

Amid rumbling thunder and lightening,
in the darkest part of a stormy night...

Sweet scents tickle your nose.
Odorous perfume, regal rose...

---------------------JOY
-------------------Delight...

(This is a true story.)
Junior and me, he was twenty-five, I was...

Helpless little babies maligned,
suffering at the hands of another, again...

My husband, your thoughts fill me with dread.
Many times you have said...

Where there should be gladness
in your words, written or spoken...

Deeper and deeper, into the abyss,
quick sand, sucking and pulling me down...

Gentle hands cupped behind my neck,
pull me forward to meet your mouth...

My heart is heavy with sorrow.
There is no more that I can give to you...