Familiar fires smoulder throughout
my mind...

Endorphins percolate through my nervous system.
Serotonin and adrenaline kickstart...

Are you to blame for stealing
matches from my book...

Does the chilly November air snuff out my breath?
Or am I a fool for thinking that I could breathe...

She is the first flower of Spring -The bold bloom...
She is the smell of rain in Summer -The light mist...