My fingers move swiftly across the keys because my muse has come to light From early in the morning  Too late at night. He makes me feel at ease, Those dark brown eyes.  The safe place I go to...

I wished to have a poet to want me. To write me in their swarm of feelings, To be so in their love. To have my place in their heart spread across a page. Yet. Here I sit. I write as that poet, I...

In the garden of hearts, they say, Like flames, a love ignites the sky, A yearning heart, in passion's embrace. Promises soft, in secret kept, While deeper longing within souls have slept. But a different...

As the day surrenders its last brush of light, I wake up to a beautiful sight, The beetle that is outside takes flight. Not a star, but a small light in the dark of night. A soft, small lantern...