Words written in verses, they appeal.
Sung about in songs you feel...

All things happen for a reason,
God sent you to me this season...

Secrets are so hard to keep, it is true.
My heart is bursting, waiting to declare...

Splendid words
Singing angels...

Order, disorder.
Things arranged...

Warm summer days, walking on the beach,
grains of sand squishing between your toes...

Comfort, oh my knight!
Embraced in your strong arms...

There is something missing in me.
I am not free...

Must you be so cunning and full of gloom?
Always lurking, with your own agenda...

Ripe old age
Ripe bananas...

Morning solitude,
time alone to think of you...

Touching pen to paper
Writing these words...