When among the trees will autumn come?
What multitude of words will I have lost
among the soft-dying of sweet summer poppies
Category Archives: Love Poems
The Nature of the Heart
The heart is a hunter searching
before the dead of winter has melted;
The Fool
Should my heart suddenly explode
and cease it’s earthly needs,
and being stubborn leave for me
On Loss
I wished to see your smile,
but got only pain the while—
Blue Birds of Love
If I)
May make my heart
I didn’t say
Sometimes love is cliché.
Damn the cost of being so young,
The Plunge
Around her I was Icarus
with wings alight and burnt to nubs,
now glowing as embers and garnets
as I slowly descend into the adjust
of knowing there is no longer an us
and longing to submit to the plunge.