I never forgot you.

If fate exist I will hope that my red string goes somewhere, and I wonder how far the distance between me and that person exist, if it exist at all.

There is a lot to be gathered from a kiss.

The title sufficiently describes this poem

For Amy Lynn Watkins.
Written: February 2010.

There is no mistaking your finest years.

A sonnet, for Amy Lynn.

Entanglement of the flesh…

Basic instinct.

A love poem I wrote for a loved one.