“A Writer in Love.I was just a word weaverWhat did I know of love?Only thatSome days when the words weren’t enough,I knewI was in love.”

“I do not blame himfor not knowing the gentleness of my soul.When I only showed him,how violently I loved.”

“How did you know it was love?" "It never really hurt this much before.”

“The summer in youcalms the winter in me.”

“You tasted like fireAnd I miss that.So, at timesI drank a little.And at times,I drank too much.But I only drankTill it burned me enough.”

“A Writer in Love.I was just a word weaverWhat did I know of love?Only thatSome days when the words weren’t enough,I knewI was in love.”

“Choose wisely From those who start A fire in your heart. Some may burn you to shreds,While you were looking for warmth.”