There is a place inside my body’s shoe,
Where inf’nite space and time do meet and chat.
It weighs a pound if measured by it’s truth,
I passed you quick, a fault, I should have sat.
For time is Continue reading There is a place
When I am lost upon a journey’s end
And all uprear’d is letters of my doom;
Take the time to pardon faults and mend
Decrepit lies, your sister, tells your womb.
Upon a Continue reading When I am lost
My mistress says I do not write love poems,
Insisting that I write poems for love.
She questioned when received another note,
How come when towards the end Continue reading My mistress says