In your exhaustion,/
throw caution to the four winds./
Just let me come in.

Like drops of water/
to the thirsty, your words fill /
the lonely heart’s hole.

OR

the lonely soul’s heart.

A friend wrote about how friendship was a good emotion to feel. I countered with this poem about why limit ourselves:

Humbling ourselves to feel all these:
Love
Friendship
Romance
Passion
Sadness
Happiness,
Not just one
in a single
pre-destined
compartment,
let’s us always win.

The heart that does not/
put into compartments all/
feelings that flow, wins.

It’s always the last/
line, the verse words that never/
rhyme, which breaks your heart.

It’s strange how she/
throws herself eagerly/
on handsome men she does not know,/
but when one stirs her soul,/
she treads hesitatingly.

OR
she proceeds cautiously.

Good morning! Nothing/
poetic. Just a simple/
way to start your day.

How/
does it now/
feel/
when my unrehearsed/
verse/
reveals/
a surprising new,/
unexpected view?/

That it’s you/
who stands anew,/
wearing the shoes/
of my verbal Muse?

So I’ll repent,/
and go where you went./
I’ll be late,/
but it will still be great./
Can you wait?

I thought I would know/
where to go for gelato,/
but I really don’t.