Back home again but its not the same.
I am nothing without you, so full of pain...

If you divide my poems till the end of May.
Then i have written one a day...

I don't care how your hair looks,
or the clothes you wear...

How do we get what we want in this life.
Is it just luck , a throw of the dice...

Loveliness has a name,
and so does beauty to...

In a book i am having made,
i have listened and obeyed...

Your going to read a poem,
its not on this site...

What i feel now has been a distant memory,
of what i felt for you when i was but nineteen...

No other woman,
only you...

You have that special something,
thats hard to define...

Some people say it with flowers,
some with diamond rings...

Two hundred poems i have written,
and fifty quotes to...