I cannot compose brilliant poems, sonnets, or verses,

and I cannot speak to you in Latin or Greek;

I cannot move you with any language made up by man.

Love is the only only language I could touch you with

If you only knew how much I could love you.

If you knew I love you;

If I were brave enough to tell you at all.

I gave you my heart on a silver platter
Not that it would even matter

Whether I adorned you in gold
Or loved you until we grew old

Your love was far too great a price
And there remains my one and only vice

To love to deep is such a burden
And on the stage of love
I draw the curtain

10/21/2019

He does not mend
My fractured heart
But is the life force
Behind every heartbeat

10/23/2019

There are millions of stars
But we limit ourselves
To only a handful of constellations
To tell the stories
Of the sky

10/30/2019