I waited. And waited
within a darkened room...
Shall I exalt your grace as seasons bring?
In winter; you're a frosty glazed escape...
You make me forget and I feel so free
as you whisper your words so softly to me...
If only life was like a poem
And the words we wrote came true...
By night's moonlight I see your beauty so,
A treasured sight like many setting suns...
I don’t want to write a story
That has a happy ending...
A moment arrived
reflecting on emptiness...
When you had the chance
To fly...
A cluster of engraved birches
personifies a love of old...
Wine of love upon your lips
when infuses...
What do you call a heartbreak
That feels like your heart ain't there anymore...
The season of love
has come once again...