W hat rhythmicity I wasted upon words
O rated steeped in passion that...

The cloak of sorrow weighed heavy upon my...
saturating my soul akin to a damp overcoat on a...

See now the beauty of all ages returns and words...
With a single kiss my heart is melted...

If I had magic I'd make myself miniature
So that I might slip inside a pocket of your...

I allowed you to hurt me with words.
Slander my heart with false smiles whilst offering...

We talk of philosophical truths
I listen...

Falling in love is not worth the risk.
It always end up in tears and a broken heart...

A poet is an artist who uses words
as brushes...

I didn't choose to fall in love you.
You rose through me like music does...

Memories loiter akin to abandoned railway tracks,
going nowhere, two tone, rust and moss...

I tell you that I love you as quietly as rain not...
As quietly as Daffodils not yet sprouted...

I call you Mistress of Beauty.
More lovely and indivdual than a snowflake...