Swirling and curling like
Smoke from a pipe...
Why is it so hard
to find someone to care...
O mother
Look at me again...
When we are not equal, we lose each other,
we lose the winged self that once carried us...
Me—
the meadow of the night...
Our bond is undeniable, the source is extremely...
The universe brought us together, you can't auto...
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...