I am so tired of this worry,
that your words are not true...
I sat on that old black leather couch, alone,
My fingers absently playing with that velvet box...
My love is like a bracelet
fitted on its beholder...
Revisiting the past I recall the words
I spoke to you as a younger man...
Nowhere have I found anything more perfect
than the perfect illusion of your love unfurled...
I know of a white rose in a field of red
Whose beauty nullifies its thorns...
As I sail through the storms
I watch the clouds above...
In your love
I will find comfort...
There it is... That feeling of utter devotion
To one person. It blooms in my stomach...
To you I say these words that come straight from...
I knew that there was something different about...
Relinquishing my grasp on a sturdy surface, I...
I've lost my way, no path guiding me home...
Striking a piano key,
Feeling the vibration...