Lady Wind, through rustling leaves,
where she doth blow, they go...
Love's like oxygen
It does not have to be pure...
What is love?
A strong feeling of fondness...
A crack on the ice,
Sliding is in sight...
(I dream, sir, of the routes of my childhood
of braiding my hair...
One more night falls delicately in the horizon..
And While others sleep I start rising...
There is something that we share
A smile, a touch, a hug, a stare...
Take your words and swallow them whole,
watch them fade, like your cold and bitter soul...
And tomorrow, should the Sun refuse to rise
in the darkness my heart will find the path...
Me and you
we equal two...
She was a pristine rose plucked;
A vision in crimson from a sea of scarlet...
Its funny how you were wiff me first
then we broke up and you ran to her...