what ismore beautifultears, in someone’s eyesfor meor in my eyesfor them.
most of the timesit’s the hardest to saywhat I love moreyouor your memory.
Tea is just an excuse.i am drinking this sunset, this evening.and you.
may this poetrybe the homeyou will someday come back to.
when whisperedwhat an exquisitesong, it makes-your name.
Poems can getsleepless tooand becomethe loneliest thingin the universe.
i want to stay curled and cosiedand chocolated….foreverin my mother’s arms.
when i speak to youi speak as thoughi am offering a rosein your hand.
all the wordsall the poems know my warm, soft spots.
a silent night. – the most eloquent poem i have ever read.
leave me some musicthat’s chocolate for the heart.
some words bring warmthjust bybeing next to each other.
and the afterglow…of your gaze…is the onlysweater that I need.
i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.