Feel with the heart that is my own
or think with the mind of my Father?
...
You walk alone
You eat alone
You rose alone
You are alone.
...
Time waits for no one, as I have come to know...
It turns white petals into green leaves;
Lively green leaves into dead brown ones;
And even the flowers of autumn die under winter's sheet of white.
...
Love is a beautiful thing.
When returned,
I hear my heart sing.
...
A heart pounding,
blood pumping,
exhilarating, run.
Through the woods,
...
Does he see?
Does she notice?
Do they all stare at me because they see what's in my head?
Doubt it.
...
A good day is that of bright, sun-like gold;
A bad day is that of endless, heavy rain.
Yet days that lie in between the two,
days when the sun disappears behind the rolling hills,
...