ContemplativeDave BontaBetter natureThe dog all afternoon is master of the yard. I play with his trust, troubled by love as art.
ContemplativeDave BontaUkiyo“Time enough” is a cheat; we make good sport of losing. Give me the passing of things: heart breaking in the opera, a love done after a little sin.
CheerfulDave BontaCure for melancholyHere, my love, is that rare vision, how to buy ease of mind: a hamper of melons.
DreamyDave BontaPrescriptionFor love and quiet we took a mouthful of age, a single night and the noise of rain. And between waking and sleeping, never had so much content.
RomanticDave BontaLove’s alchemyI dined with her and found what heat the alchemist took home in a bottle: a letter from July, wind and fever.
ContemplativeDave BontaHorticulturedthe garden gives me nothing I am glad after love or great disorder in an unknown nest I could be quiet
DreamyDave BontaRose-colored glassesI saw the ships set off at the beginning of love but I know not whether I shall see a dolphin.
RomanticDave BontaBy any other nameThis rose at her door called me to know her, the day very pleasant, though the way bad and I a newborn, my head aching.
CheerfulDave BontaFebruary romanceDine me, wine me, know me and Valentine me, please me, give me a spoonful of honey for my cold.