a green frog
croaks to leap...
a really silly and chilly boy
jumped into Spring Flowers...
It seems today the force is calling me.
It ask that I should write a sonnet...
I love you, still: like waters streaming tranquil
along a shore or a canal, just like that - still...
I see me not. I see me not.
I have no mirror to reflect me on...
When cellulite appears before my eyes
I see the dimples on the skin with fright...
If you say you love me dear
Then I need no diamond ring...
I cannot read your mind,
nor can I predict your thoughts...
Today, I'll write a sonnet. Yes, today.
And so, I'm here with hands on keyboard, and...
stress me, stress me, stress me
stress why I should be stressed...
I’m stuck in a circle
circling ‘round and ‘round...
One long night...
and these books...