When silence is in the air, the imagination runs...
Sometimes of adventures, sometimes things mild...
If I could be more beautiful
Would you tell me I'm the one...
When my hands are around your hips
Next we always touch lips...
Years ago she caught my eye
I tried to hide my glance...
Always living on the razors edge
Pushing everything to the extreme...
Time To Fly...
Another year has passed me by
Dusk and dawn look just the same...
Tears are flowing down my cheeks,
And I don't know why...
Im falling once more
Into something deeper this time...
Lover's in,
the moonlight...
We would like to dedicate this poem to the two...
After all have gone
Beneath the wooden staircase...