A Winter’s Morn Unlike the Bard, Who liked the summer, I’ll compare thee To a winter’s morn — A rainy thunder, A midnight breeze, A wild hurricane in that deep blue sea. ‘Cause you’re much more, Than mine eyes could see — Than words could breathe, Whilst this heart doth bleed. (cough) (cough) Every breath […]
’TIL DEATH DO US PART! To dearest (would-be) husband: As I wistfully move my fingers, Over the soft lips in your photograph, That I affectionately hold in my hand, Which I took when I bid thee adieu, At that bus station — teary-eyed — Lips — that have uttered a thousand, ‘I love yous’ in […]
The thing about words is — You don’t know which ones hurt, Once said they can’t be taken back, So — think before you blurt! They pierce and tear the frail heart, And gnaw the trusting — soul, They just don’t take small bites — But swallow it in — whole! And strangely it’s not […]