I am writing a book, have 480+ pages now, I am feeling highly motivated, I want to get it published=)
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because...
Slipping on Mist
Where is the joy of my precocious youth,
that slowly slipped one morning into a mist,
like a lover's lost affection for lips once kissed
and sipped so sweetly...