1 I lost the string that held the dulcet world a sonnet.

1 the day is dying now here, within the faded loss of day, / the night is calmer, softer, gentler, true. / to banish wanderlust's cruel naïveté, / the moon lies overturned in velvet blue.

1 the organ grinder a love poem: if, my darling, you awake to a world gone madly awry ...

touch when you kiss me underneath a sky strewn with sparkles, I cannot help but feel that your kiss is everything I hold dear.

2 carried away love: that perfidious being with the roguish smile whom we all curse but secretly adore

1 new york midnight and here I am, in the city of hustlebustle can'tstopmoving mustgetsomewherebiggerbetter.

2 in love and in longing but you and your unconsciousness never could listen, could you?

6 plain black coffee a love poem: I hate to say the obvious, but I was once a wistful coffeegirl.

3 beloved of the moon a love poem: the lonely night begins, and with the rise of moonbeams, love seems much too far away. and yesterday I glimpsed your coffee eyes: I've dreamt of them too many times today.

1 under the cypress tree your dark eyes are a little too warm, your smile is a little too knowing. my blood is rushing a little too swiftly and I can't do anything but fall into your arms.