She means the world to me
Only that I wish she would see...
Swirling and curling like
Smoke from a pipe...
Why is it so hard
to find someone to care...
The nightingale loves the rose,
but its love is fragile...
How lonely is the flame
that burns for its own fire...
-Read from top-to-bottom-
Love is precious...
The first day that I saw your face
Your natural smile would fit in place...
love’s like an arrow
without connection it is...
You wrote us a story, all within your mind
From the very first day that we met...
We are old news, expired
before we even began...
I'm reminded of you, in so many ways
I think that we've proven; it's not just a phase...
Me and you
lover and foe...