A sad poem on how love can break us down and shake our worlds around.

Zoey, Erik, And Aphrodite.

Love in me thinks …

I made this poem last November 25, 2000. Been that long!

Minute stories.

Short stories.

This is a poem about the sacredness, and symbolism of the rose.

Where does love rest… upon Aphrodite’s breasts I would imagine and what man could ask for more? The Home… Please; the place where I belong, more than a house though I never had one of my own really; a drink poured by my love, a place, a heart, for me.

I wrote this poem, after listening to a song on YouTube.

Love of aphrodite.