Patience is a virtue.

My patience is wearing thin.

A fictitious story of what didn’t take place but could have happened to anyone beyond the distance of this poem.

I want to give thanks to my father who has allowed me to grow spiritually and metally. I am not where I want to be but I am not where I use to be. It has provided production over me and my family.

A poem [and/or song].

My offering to Love, to bridge the divide.

As I see it, as I feel it, as I believe it.

Here the attitude of man is constant while the woman’s vary and Sun is the medium of all human thoughts.

It is time for our love to start.

A poem for young girls.