466.

Those facile words don't
charm past the surface of their
baited intentions.

465.

His eyes, a slow and
well-guarded secret, holding
gentle heart's hostage.

464.

And because it bears
repeating, here is last year's
haiku once again:

Today is my day.
My day, my day. Today is
my day. And not yours!

463.

My feet are anchored
in lead with each step further
extending away.

462.

An empty construct,
full of nothing but unheard
words and failed stories.

461.

You have a heart that
reaches past this structure's hold,
especially to-

-day, spent in a love's
celebration of your birth's
anniversary.

460.

I would gladly dress
you in my eyes vision, if
you could but believe.