If I had to choose between all the books in the world and you, then I would choose to read your body for the rest of my life.

I am going to build a fortress of books.
Will you come inside and live with me?

Writing poems
is simply an excuse
to remember You.

I only wrote prose before I met you.
My musings were superfluous and serious as well.
But now the words dance with me.
I sing with them
and we create poetry.

Sometimes a writer simply finds new ways of saying what has already been said because, ultimately, truth is unoriginal.

There is no revelation in my words. I am merely stating what others have forgotten to write down.