i have laughed
more than daffodils
and cried more than June.

leave me some music
that’s chocolate
for the heart.

poetry
melts my bones.
enters my blood.

and changes
its composition.

there are some poems
that we leave behind
some that leave us behind

while some just live
silently
in the heart

crumble, sometimes
dwindle
disappear
die

and are reborn
when you smile again.

a single poem
the thing that can keep me
light on my feet,
when my soul is
heavy with sorrow.

kisses explode
when...
someone
believes in me

when my heart cries out
a song of thanks
to yours.