Yes You Are!Like the Blossoming rose,Like the Rays of hope.Like a deer in the forest,Like an athlete full of zest.Like a lamp in temple,Like the life feeling ample.Like the feel of the dawn,Like the grace...

As long as I can hear the sweet melody of your words, I need not; The angel’s secret, to be whispered in my ears As long as I can lace your silky fingers round my...

I knew I loved youwhen ‘home’ went from being a placeto being a person.

tell meof something fiercer than the love with which i gaze upon youof something softer than the tendernesswith which i hold you.

I think the perfect pen name is Quill McSeagull. Especially for writing flights of fancy—and nothing has more feathers than a love poem.

Love crosses the sky on a peculiar disturbing night.

I’d Drown For YouI opened my heart to youA complete immersionI offered my soul to youA heavenly diversion

The Scholars”Bald heads forgetful of their sins,Old, learned, respectable bald headsEdit and annotate the linesThat young men, tossing on their beds,Rhymed out in love’s despairTo flatter beauty’s ignorant ear.They’ll cough in the ink to the...

Green was the silence, wet was the light,the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight.Her hands asleep beside her.Her hair draped on the lawnlike a mantle of cloth.I give her my lifefor our love is wholeI sing her beauty in my soul.

LIKE MOTHER, LIKE LOVERThere is the motherWho cooks too muchTo feed her children,And there is the motherWho cooks too little,Or not at all.There is the birdThat returns to its nestWith just a frail wormAnd feeds...

To her you’re just a play thing; she’ll make you out to be a king, then she’ll set fire to your throne.

There’s no one to mourn for a life that love stole.

I heard your whispered fantasies so clear Softly told in my earI opened my eyes you weren’t thereSo real my dream, I was so awareBut we’ll meet again so certainlyIn our whispered fantasy

But when you kiss me there’s a spark, and I can’t remember I’m only food to be consumed like an apple and not loved like a woman.

Perfect bliss, from just the thought of you next to me.

But, in the end, a kiss is just a kiss; I have no time for love, or seasoned lips.

…cause it was hard… so much harder… when I couldn’t live with me.