I often ponder,
My inner most feelings,
Always searching,
Deep into my soul.

For romance,
Embedded,
Burdening my thoughts,
And memories of you.

I solely desire, to extract,
The words and feelings within,
Allowing them to flow,
Like a drop, of morning dew,
On a rose petal.

Sipping and dripping,
Into infinity,
As my thoughts flow,
Like cream.

Through my pen,
Blessing the parchment,
Of my desired dreams,
With golden words,
Awakening, within my soul.

By: William Bonilla......12/16/02