Here you are to sing to me, and here I am, admiring thee...
It is sometimes no wonder whatsoever that my breath is bated and my words spared
It's beautiful, isn't it?//This garden of hardy weeds//This muted symphony//This incorrigible springtime
We want more than we are, and to be more than we are. The tension brings rise to imagination-captivating inventions that bring us closer to the Middle.
The sway and croon of the evening's orchestration became a deafening cascade of the purest emotion, as can be expected from any young boy who has not yet learned to know any better or any worse. Innocence crystalline as a sunset on the sea's horizon glistened and glanced off of the greenhouse's glass walls, and... Continue Reading →
When shades of ebullience dim and gray And all that was giddy And all that made fervor breathe and sway When all of that seems to depart and decay Call upon your heart's licentious spring Wink at the seasoned flirt The very thing that makes you sing The greenest greens and the most beautiful things ... Continue Reading →
My dear, you've still got the brightest eyes I've ever seen I only hope someday you'll use them against me But for now, I can't believe I'm falling so hard It might sound cliche, but I've been falling from the start I shirk back in fear and ask, "what if I'm not enough?" But... Continue Reading →