love,

  • I‘ll love you

    i‘ll love you till my tea gets cold,
    until I close my book.
    I‘ll love you till I leave my room, until I wake up from this dream.
    I‘ll love you for evermore.

  • When Roses Bleed Thorns

    When roses bleed thorns-
    it’s time to prune them.
    Waiting for seasons to change-
    is like waiting for silence to resolve-
    conflicts- a game of pride and rank.