Poetry is the arch of expression under which the heart's language is created.

When a chap is passionate, the readership can sense it.

One's passion may be bold. One's passion may be bright. One's passion may be beautiful.

The heart is the tongue of a riddle, and love is the riddle itself.

Life does not always promise happiness, but know that I'll always be there for you, through all the peaks and valleys. On torrid days, I'll be your umbrageous tree, and in your depths of despair, I'll be your positive ray of hope...let my world be your abode of delectation.

When I'm down in the dumps, you lift me up, when things seem insurmountable, you elevate my hopes in a myriad of ways. You look past my peccadilloes, and fill my life with wondrous blessings; you're my pacifier, my serenity, my all!