She Loves Me Not

Love is a choice That I choose Not to part take in -Kel Dayheart

Scramble

I am scrambling To find the words To describe your eyes In such detail That all will understand The kaleidoscope That meets in your eyes -Kel Dayheart

Taste

I can taste a bitter wine Upon your tongue The very same As from the dinner just shared It's the first: Dinner, kiss Of hopefully many -Kel Dayheart

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