In my mind there are memories,
Filling me with gladness...
When we met that day
I remember it all so well...
When I look into her starlit eyes
Butterflys flutter in my tummy...
She writes romantic poetry because
her ideas about love outweigh her...
The skies are getting clearer,
The deep blue colors shine through...
If I'd dream a dream,
Would be one under clear curtains of white...
You are - scent, a world with roulettes of mists...
sweetness but hold mysteries...
I like the wind because
because it touches you and come back to me...
Let me love what other men chose to lose;
bring smiles, laughs, I do cherish you...
The clouds gathered,
Unexpected darkness...
Show me your face!
I beg for it! oh I I ask for you to tear down...
I write music, I write poems
and I bet you didn't know it...