I want to know that our love is true.

I would be lost without your love.

I love you with all my heart.

You walked out on me.

He has incurred your wrath.

I can see the love in your eyes.

As once was green, soon shall be withered. Decaying with the descent into the season of cold.

A poem about promises.

I wrote this on 5-21-12.

There is more to gain than to lose.