when the leaves of the peach trees have grown
and their branches bend and furrow
i’ll ask you to

Sacred the oath we swore,
Swith love I wore,
On hills my love bellowed,
Loud, yet not your

Ah you are here, not a moment too soon.
That's how I feel when you walk in the room.
You have no

My beloved frida

you have sheltered yourself for too long
all of your walls are dripping with

The other summer, long ago.

The dancing waves filling the bay with music.

The clouds sailing

He stands by a loose turf of grass, gazing down at the shore, watching her sprint to the sea and dig

The sound of the Lock turned by your key.
Starts a butterfly dance deep within me.

I think of

That first kiss, tingles down my spine.
Rain outside but I'm bathed in sunshine.

Lips trusting