There are ladies that carry their verse
with content of a nature; quite perverse...

born from serenity
a melody...

The scent of spring, begins to wheeze,
and footsteps fade from winters freeze...

Looking at my favourite photograph
your image pressed between sepia and glass...

If only I was able to smell
the lies that people tell...

You were..
..an array of colours...

Negotiating
Ones own...

An evening of a friends’ time of celebration
the venue was steeped in birthday decoration...

At fifteen years old,
when I first met a...

many leaves have shed
summer can’t dry weepy eyes...

The season starts to change its sunshine rays
I hope that summer love still warms the air...

I stumbled upon the stage of trepidation-
falling-tripping; fumbling my...