If while in drunken leisure,
You feel depressed and far from pleasure...

She is my inspiration for many a word,
When they come few and far between...

Don't buy me a rose,
Or a million more...

You are my ray of light
Shining through the darkest clouds of depression...

A blue rose enclosed,
Both petal and thorn still betrothed...

I have a decision to make,
Below me, the lake...

Sadistic mellowing of an already stone heart,
As the black rainbow of realism descends...

Never sing a love song unless you mean the words.
Never write a love letter unless you are in love...

Tomorrow we shall meet for lunch, agree?
Followed one day by dinner maybe...

Did I tell you about the time
I listened to the Church bells chime...

He watched me that night.
Sat with his attentive stare...

Oh wear that dress you wore
When we first held hands...