The Scent Of Intimacy
With petals fragile and fragrant, with thorns...
I feel that our love
Is like a boat with its sail...
Under the window
of an unknown beloved...
And there she goes,
Her and the painted night horse...
Sometimes love is speechless
Not needing to be heard...
When you think, the whole universe starts to make...
When you speak...
We shall be forgotten
but our love will remain...
Two forlorn souls were side by side on mattress,
a mutual gate between them...
Love is like a book
When it's not read properly...
With you I'm begun,
no more a phantom...
Someday
You'll see me...
Our love was found in summer
We met while walking past...