When I'm with you,I feel exposed.Naked. When I'm naked with you, I feel clothed.Sheltered.

Poetry is jealous of you tonight, for as soon as I come to pen a few words, your perfume attacks me in the most civilised manner and I forget myself. I forget the poem. I forget the ...

You think I'm giving up. I'm not. I'm giving in.

This poem was meant to be unwritten. But I am writing it now and have thereby changed destiny.

They want to knowwho I write these poems for.Tell them it's for all loversbecause I don’t see a differencebetween our loveand their love.

I write our names on the page.What of it, if the paper will be burned?I write our names in the sand.What of it, if the shore will be washed by waves?I write our names on trees that will be cutand benches that will be painted,but what of it?I will keep on writing our namesbecause in this world of ephemera, You and I are the only constant.

Take me when I'm wild.Take me when I'm free.Take me for meand I will take you as you want to be.

Love is a snowflake for no two are ever the same.

The only thing necessary in this world is love. Everything else is secondary.