My love is for you to keep.

The love we have is the stuff of dreams.

A lover should be gentle with your heart.

A poem written upon reflection of the many random items found in the trunk of my car, and what, taken all together, they could possibly reflect about my character.

People can ruin a society by wanting and demanding too much of what is there. Beware!

A poem about someone in my life who doesn’t deserve the ability to speak.

The hardest part was seeing your belongings after you had gone.

Ever wanted to buy something, but never had the money to do it? Well now you can!

Oh, my dear Triond!

Chapter one
This article is contributed by SingWolfxx – article eight.