A Tritina about love
Here You Are
In the spirit of Walt Whitmas, a "song of myself."
Sunny Sunday
Sunny Sunday afternoon— perfect time to sway in the hammock, staring blankly into the foliage that towers above me and dances to the music of my mind....
Not My Will
Time moves far too slowly. Oh, how much I miss you!
What’s in a Name
To you it may be just another name, but to me it's a song of heaven.
Counting
I’m counting the days 'til the waiting’s done,
Better Things
What is better than a longing?
Loving You
A preview of this week's poetry challenge form: Ovillejo.
Together
What will we do when we are old?
In the Sunshine
Here I am, in the sunshine of his love—
