I saw a young girl today,
probably about twelve...

I'm beginning to think the whole world
is on the verge...

When time squeezed with it's midnight hands
darling, it was as though you clasped your fingers...

Somewhere between soul and thought
there's a love poem in me...

It feels like I'm undergoing
open heart surgery...

Fine
if this is how you want to play...

It's a craze,
me loving you...

It just so happens, truth
can make a heart clearly see...

As of late, the poems I've read
don't really grasp the potential...

Tonight heart feels unbearably glum
and my pen attempts to speak...

You're amusing,
a real high class panoply...

If your love were a flame
I'd allow it to blaze through me...