Harvest be gone
Welcome to starvation
Ruins of Babylon
Maypole rivets for fangs
Parse the tricky argot, Mr. Bugbear
You speak such pretty thangs
Adagio for strings
Cry me a mare
Thundering rockets of pain
Life is a factory of scares

little trudges
little words
little actions

slowly build up to this colossal
little feeling called
love

whittling away hearts of thorns
we realize in the middle how far we’ve come
and how far we can be

while holding hope’s fingertips
we continue
once more with this journey

because it’s in these little steps
that we become better
it’s in these little steps

we find what truly matters.

love is a riddle, yes my friend
tho' firm, at times it just may bend
tho' it's deceived, it may forgive
tho' there be doubt, it still believes

love is a riddle, yes my friend
't may cause a rend, then make amends
sometimes it's calm, sometimes throws fits
at times quite plain, at times with twists

love is a riddle, yes my friend
sometimes brings pain, yet sometimes joy
it may cause growth, and then destroy
't may cause a smile, or leave annoyed

love is a riddle, yes my friend
't may spur on high, and then descend
to bring you low so you may know
's no depth nor height it cannot go

love may let go, or may secure
it may give up, or 't may endure
at times seems rich, sometimes quite poor
sometimes quite stained, at times it's pure

in all this, friend, you ought to know
there is no place love cannot go
it's potent streams shall ever flow
I pray its waters help you grow

The first sip of wine,
The first and last
Sentence
Of a book.

The ending and beginning note of a song.
Last words,
First words,
Gravestones and last meals,
Vows meant to last forever,
And whatever song
Is running through your mind
At two AM.

And your smile,
When you feel listened to.