Slate Creek Drive

The walk by your side,

to the voided creek

I was trying to find,

a lost paper boat.

This one which didn't float,

But glide along the creek,

with the yellow pink stripes,

the one which never float.

and if ever it could

It would come to where we are

at the walk besides the creek

with my arms in yours.

Remember Me

Doubt thou the stars are fire,

Doubt that the sun doth move,

Doubt truth to be a liar,

But never doubt I love.