This is for a friend of my mum’s who passed away leaving her husband devastated.

You need to swallow your pride.

My heart wants to be loved, not just for what my heart holds in it for others, but also for who I am as an individual. Being loved, truly loved for who I am, will eventually show itself to me. Until then my heart has wounds that continually ache.

A poem.

I can’t stop loving you.

Have you ever slept for seven hours at night and felt exhausted during the middle of the day? Have you ever wanted to just take a nap during the day, but your mind wouldn’t let you?

I am falling in love with you.

Some people are very optimistic.

There is no need to stick the knife in.

A seductive love poem.