Your Latin was bad. My bad was longing for you. Ad infinitum.
No small talk or big. Silence rules between us but Our eyes say it all.
Shakes, heavy heartbeat And difficulties breathing. Looks like love attack.
Packing fishing gear. Little boat ready to sail. Goldfish here I come.
Ugly happenings Taking its toll on the soul. Tunnel without light.
An eager rosebud About to show its glory. Our love opening.
In the morning sun The face of a samurai Like a guiding light.
The kind of ill breed Bringing joy as they depart. Pick one way ticket.
Viper surroundings. Pocket size antivenom, To use as needed.