A poem about opposites.

I’m planning to expand this poem as the days go on…

When love short circuits it is broken.

They say eyes are the gateway to the soul -how do I translate the gaze from those orbs?

There is nothing better than to share quiet private time with your lover.

Having a bad hair day.

Dancing to the music of your partner’s body can create magnificent joy.

A song, a girl, and a memory.

Sometimes the old lines are the best.

Love is something you can have – even if you consider yourself “The World’s Most Unlikely to Be Loved”.