It was a cold night in April of 1998 when I wrote this poem. My best friend needed a shoulder, and I offered all I had. I wrote this for her to know and remember that I'll ways be here for her no matter what obstacles we face. She'll always have a place in my heart, and she'll always be my little angel.

Love is an art you have to learn. It just doesn't come to you, or fall from the sky. How do you love a Juliet if your name is not Romeo? I'm still not quite sure if I can answer that question yet.

I wrote this poem when I found the love of my life. One of which I had lost for quite sometime. And unfortunately, I've lost again.

This poem is dedicated to the one I love. But, I'm not sure if my love is strong enough. For my name is not Romeo.

I know sometimes in life, you fall in love with the one person you wish to be with forever. But sometimes, emotions flare, and your hopes and dreams come crashing down, just because of spoken words not meant at all.

This poem is about a decision I was given to make. I made it, and now it's up to them to make the final "call."