...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...

...some people won't even own a dog for fear it will die - you can't bubble-wrap your heart...

...I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon...

when I see you, I see mystery - a pale moon's beauty behind a veil of cloud

...Ah, but the Moon my Love is jealous, and can you blame him? You outshine him with your virtues...

...winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird...

... this longing inside me that never goes away, must be a poem...must be you ...

...every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?...

...I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair...