One has to wonder what is always
a wonder, if she ever has
I would think to win
would certainly require this
...
often times
I remind my cocker spaniel
he is little more than a rat
with cropped tail
...
Love's rejoice
under naked covers
enjoyed within the other
to love another
...
she was not beautiful
but her hair
raven,
it was her darkness i caught
...
perhaps tonight
when i gave beyond
in what is normal for a tip,
her smile was all
...
her appearance glanced my vision
i danced upon the idea to engage
and then i dodged and played
but no one came to say anything
...
let us talk of love
something irrational
but fascinating
a moment of thought
...
Princess
One has to wonder what is always
a wonder, if she ever has
I would think to win
would certainly require this
yes,
she surely must have done that
to all, I think she dazzles
as princess, a beauty to behold
of regal and divine throw
she is a lady, God
let us go from here
as all goddesses are one
she is all
her charm demands no less
of clever beauty
than her love and all its worth
of all I learn of her I want
of her I think in constant
thought of being prince to her
and being more than that as no one is
to anyone in love with someone
else they love beyond all want