Back to this times, These low times that you write love in many lines, That you feign emotions in many twines. Times that you search for love in mines, Because you have to forget, he who set your heart aflame. Back to this times, these low times That you write about one you’ve never met, … Continue reading »He who set my heart aflame.
Some moments are divine, Too priceless to intertwine, Too limitless to confine to space and the skyline, If they are to be enshrined, then they are too fine to refine. And like the dawn, with the sun touching the lawn, on the glen is dew, with snowballs new, And the butterflies right on cue, … Continue reading »All that is limitless.