I close my eyes,
You're there,
Open my hands,
Despair,
...
There is,
A kind of sensual pleasure
In writing poetry,
Involving secret treasures
...
Mystery surrounds us
Yet we want to know,
Have answers
That give knowledge
...
Emotions deep, emotions high,
Emotions Never tell you, Why,
For Love you live and sometimes die,
And Love so often makes you cry,
...
From where do they come,
Where do they go?
Warm like summer,
Cold like snow
...
Is it mind or is it heart
That's moved the first,
Or is it both feeling at once?
Our understanding finds appeal,
...
The miracle of Poetry,
Resides,
In the Love it carries
And the tears it
...