I love you in the morning wakin’ up I smile— I smile thinking of you.I love you then. I love you in the morningfloating in fantasiesI pucker to thoughts of you—I love you then. Its been so long I forgot how love really feels— Now, I love you in the morning and I...
So many words fly far and nearfrom heights of Heavenfrom sinning seerswords of love and words of shamewords that build and words that maim.So many words fly near and farwords of thanks and words that scarthey spring and scream from ether farsome black holes some...
The poet was a loverhe loved to play with wordsto twist them and to moldthen let them fly as birds.Oh, he loved his words so mucheach note he crafted slowlythe pleasure that he gotwas sizzling outer-worldly.He spoke of simple loveof truth and trusting heartsof...