Holding this pen
was from the notion...

The trees sway gently in serenity
whistling as the wind passes by...

Staggering lines
empty words...

If I write a poem on this our love
every word I'll color with love...

When you can't utter the words,
yet your intentions are seen by your deeds...

Over and over again
Life's essence lost...

Running,to nowhere,to somewhere,
sweat dripping,panting...

Our love
I will always cherish...

Today I was dusting through
the attic of my heart...

Click! click! click!
these are the moments...

A poet's sorrow
is missing his pen and paper...

They claim their wine matures with age,
but my poetry sweetens word by word...