A poem about longing to hear the voice of the one you love, even if it is just a whisper.

I will always be right beside you.

Lost love.

Sonnet.

You have to share, what you know with others, which is the domain of the public. What is private remains private, because that is how you are and that is how you ease. The worst thing is to deny someone to speak freely or to make fun of the person who talks.

Could not say.

I stand on the edge of nothing, I speak to it, because I speak of the people.

From the Poem "Still to Be Neat" Ben Jonson portrays women and their fashion in a distinct way. My interpretation and analysis.

Tragic sorrowful poem of secrets that are never meant to be found.

Slip of the tongue, a Freudian slip, a whisper of my lips, hell I have shouted the words “I love you” from the rooftops. Slip of a Love… what would I do if some girl told me she loved me, even if she wanted to keep it a secret; just to know.