Your Face
#LIttleLines – 07 It was your face for me The beauty like a royal emblem Sitting pretty on that oval frame Dark and shinning, no shades of inconsistency From the first day I placed it And the few times after It became a part of…
Your Voice
Little Lines – 06 It was your voice for me In its many expressions That silky, sultry, and subtle Alto Yet, firm and inspiring First, in the occasional tones And then, in its regular occurrence A daily dose of bliss, a special effect Like water…
Talking Stage
Little Lines – 05 It was then the talking stage for me The little conversations That grew into deep-seated ones Like daily doses of a rare elixir A mixture of care, concern, and Love It was the voice and words for me The many things…
The Day Came
Little Lines – 03 But the day finally came. That day, when this heart would finally open up – internally, at least. But open up nonetheless. The hiatus had lasted about four years with bouts of premature affections, almost leading to a relational comatose. But…
Not That Day
Little Lines – 02 Do you remember the first day that we met? No, not the first day our paths crossed. Not the day I first put a face to this awesomeness I’d heard about. Nor the day you first spoke to me with such…
Thoughts of You
Little Lines – 01 It was first the thought for me; the thought of you, that is. The thought that someone could be described as you were, that someone like you really exists. As I heard the words off my friend’s mouth, and the many…
