As I ponder cool hither and yonder about prose then poems, comes the love letter that no one wants to hear. So, without my voice it’s scribbled here in red, my red, if you know what I mean.
Is it? Yes, for some it is. It can make you go wild and crazy like a beast running free make scary sounds of joy!
Are we as humans ready to give up human companionship? What will be said of this holiday than? Man Machine love,
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace.
For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes,
Brightly expressive as the twins of L�da,
Shall find her own sweet name, that,
Valentines Eve What To Do? Yeah, your significant other is out and about, maybe at the bar and at 2:30 when a staggered knock, walk and drop wakes you…
If my lover were a comet
Hung in air,
I would braid my leaping body
In his hair.
Love, cupid and billions upon billions of dollars spent for love and forgiveness. We prey on the multitudes and make them feel guilty for not buying their loved one any thing for this day of love
Little did we know that
yesterday was today’s
sorrow and tonight begins
the new tomorrow refreshed
and redeeming, gratitude
for another day of life
and opportunity to find
continued happiness awaits.