Mondays.

I love the way You loathe injustice. I treasure the day That I first laid Eyes on you, And was …

Love is…

Heartbeat.

Butterflies.

Poem: You Love Me.

Poem: Expectations.

Poem: Talk to me.

Can we talk? About how you make me feel? _____________________ Can we walk? With the sand caressing our feet? _____________________ …

Poem: High.

Poem: Love Song.

Poem: Light.

He smelled like Earth and sunshine, He was mine, And all was fine. _____________________ I was his charming rose; He …