1832.

Take my hand, bow to
splendor, dressed in the colors
of celebration.

1831.

Nights of warmed laughter
and silver moonlight between
the stars in your eyes.

1830.

If only my mind
didn't serve as cage to the
same ideas made there.

1829.

He speaks a constant
romance in cadence and tone,
such slow seduction.

1828.

The idea of time
better spent is more about
the thought than action.

1827.

The impatience born
of waiting always fills me
with a steady rage.

1826.

I will never love
another person with the
same complex fervor.