Love is a choice That I choose Not to part take in
Scramble
I am scrambling To find the words
A Riddle for You
What was less yesterday More today, and
Given Freely
She never had to ask He freely gave
Taste
I can taste a bitter wine Upon your tongue
Infinite
I could not Love you
Reason Why
I love you Just because
Inner Fire
He seemed to radiate warmth As he held me tight
Can’t Without
You, my darling, Are like a strong cup of coffee
Loving Love
In love with love She is a fickle muse
Fragment of a Figment 