We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handled with
delicate hands.
Anticipating expansion,
while we played like kids,
laugh like old friends.
Love was on reserve.
His smile was infectious.
His dimples, imprinted in my mind.
Emulating his smile like it was mine,
all mine.
I knew him when love was foreign
and a touch meant nothing.
And nothing became something.
And somethings meant everything.
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My m
For you, I open my gate
And wish that you were here,
But you live in another stat
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
