A dreamer who has found the Peter Pan in himself.
To My Deb Version 2
Why do I write these poems to you,
N’er to see the word or hear the sound,
Of my ongoing love for you,
That I fear enters not yon mound.
To My Deb Version 1
You said you would love me forever,
That you would never leave me.
We were to grow old together
And yet here I sit mourning.
Our friends said it won’t work,