She’s brewing like rich wine
the older she gets
her each added faceline
my eyes satiates.

She’s huing like violets
purpling is her soul
tho older she gets
she's never too ole.

She’s frothing like nectar
honeying in core
feels endless this affair

I’m loving her more.

I write now and then,
mostly when i'm drunk.

Mostly I think of you.

I come back to check my grammar.
The dumbest thing ever,
with these feelings taking over...

I know i miss you,
and i think i love u
with this English language keyboard.

We gave because we feel that we must
We gave because we know it’s the right thing to do
We gave because we were corner into giving
We gave from the kindness of our hearts

Giving is not always a fear exchange.
occasionally we get shortchange
Giving is a guilty conscience: you give me something
I have to return the favor. Some givers like to
stay out of the limelight:  that’s me
it’s best way out :  no acceptance speech

No you
“shouldn’t have,
it was so generous of you
You are so kind to think of me".

Giving is like uncut rough diamond,
it never sparkles until it polish