Abstract:
The love poems of this collection span the gamut from the light-hearted to the tragic, with emphasis on the emotional, not the physical.



INNOCENCE

There was once an innocent lad,
who went with a virgin to bed.
They both were so shy,
did not even try,
but bragged what great fun they had.

IN MEMORIAM

I saw her in the morning glory
when sunshine peaked over the hill.
I saw her in the evening shadows,
when laughter ceased and all got still.
I see her in the moonlit nights
engraved in my loving heart,
where she now resides forever.
Not even her death could us part.