Where do I start,
or even begin;
about the topic of a heart,
one that I must win?

Don't conclude just yet,
because this love

Surely I no longer love you

I don't cocoon in your sweater,
the enveloping one, with the fleecy hood
in which, if I inhaled,

New Love...

Come whisper to me gently, let it echo through the night
let it travel through the mist in the shadows of the

Songhua Night

There are times my beloved, when love is enough
To quiet the fears that rise from warring lives,
To salve the

THE HOPELESS ROMANTIC

he loves her and she loves him
he believes it because she told him so,
he loves her and she lets him
and