Love is A loaded gun

Would you let him go If you knew it would Make him happy?

I want you to love Me. I want you to drip Desire.

Foolishness is a disease that comes on very slowly.

The taste. The smell. Will always be.

Nature’s first green is gold,
 Her hardest hue to hold.


Hello Mister Blue Sky. That movie I thought would make me laugh... it made me cry

The spring of their love Turned to summer

Love is out there.

A poem to my wife

When we made love Last night you felt 25 again, though I know You would protest that