Empty stares produce pictures of a dream-like...
One that is more angel than human, a pure delight...
Hair blacker than the darkest night,
Dancing to the song of the wind...
You were crafted by a dream.
The dream of a young boy coming to terms...
You're the star
In my night sky...
When I do not find your black eyes
everything founders...
It's not the color of your eyes
Nor the shade of your long hair...
Constantly being told she's beautiful but she just...
when she looks in the mirror all she...
I cannot write of love when I am in love.
I cannot write of you...
Licking my lips with the moist upon my tongue.
Ive seen your smile, and my heart it has sprung...
It was a cold night....
I found myself alone...
Wake me up when September comes
For i cant endure all this summer...
Brush back my hair, twinkling star,
Kiss away my tears...