il Giardino Romantico

I can't compare you to a summer's day,
For I have never seen you in my life.
But make belief what I'm about to say,
As I watch this brave man's eternal strife
For happiness, hope, and most of all - you.

O, thou art a bird singing joyfully,
Soaring, gliding in the air so freely.
Above the horizon,
Below the blazing sun,
'Tis whither thou belong.

We are nothing but sinners.
Insatiable for Satanic virtues
Of superficial beauty and charm;
Craving the robes of Lucifer,

To Women

Women of this audacious age,
Do not cover up thy confidence
With veils made by suppressors,

[Written some months earlier...]

We are separated by seas and lands.
But our hearts and souls have never parted.
In my dreams you tightly held my two hands

[A response to Vertical Lines]

We are but two Fools,
Treading upon the soil of the World.

Trotting here and there;
Pouncing there and here.
Restless is my feline heart
For I know,
Yet I don't.

Gone is the angel
He, who is himself without wings
Had empowered me
The ability to soar.

Love Poems
Three Vertical Lines  [written to me by Jason]
Come, My Savior
Wine and Cork
Seasons