My words and my poems Are no more than explanations And embellishments My means of expression For my life is my "art" It's what I am and what I write It's why I need to write To make sense of the things I've seen and done And there are times when I think I've done far too much Then, in deep contemplation I realise I could have done more And that kind of inner debate And discussion with myself Are a large part of my life Which becomes my version Of something like "art"
Under this hard shell, I love to love you, I love to be close to you, I love your craziness, Your words, Your fragrance, Your essence, And I madly love your whole being.