Alright, people. These poems are mushy, sentimental, and everything I try in earnest NOT to be. But, what the hell. Can't be hard, coarse, and cynical all the time, can we? These poems are, whether I like it or not, to or about my boyfriend.

Closed Gates - explaining why its so hard for me to let people into my mind.
Ginger House - written while we were arguing about colleges.
Claddagh - by far one of my best. The poem it took me days to write, a poem I wrote deliberately for him, for our one-year anniversary.
Tony - Our anniversary visit just ended. One totally and not even hidden-symbollically about him.

There will be more coming. Promise.