You are an enigmatic reader, the very reason why I engage in my method of thought.

Sharing poems & thoughts, one redacted word at a time.

You are an enigmatic reader, the very reason why I engage in my method of thought.

He is not a weak spot, he is happiness.

Passion knotted together with touch. So much want.

My tongue burns to tell you - I love you.


Every expression contained a fierce love, and now I know she loves with her soul.

His form and hers, of perfect peace. The infinite calm seldom frenzied or despairing a shadowless eternity boundless in love. One might doubt the presence of asserted tranquility. Do you believe such people are happy? I'd give a great deal to know.

If he remained, a stranger of my love, time, I'm well aware, is impracticable to convince me to settle.

You're alone. It's just you and I think you're afraid you don't feel enough love.

One glance and there is no mystery, you are perfect.
