Beguiled with awe the warmth I feel
waking up oh! so cold in October breeze...

Sometimes...
Parting ways is bitter...

Caught under a spell
lured with a magical style...

Canvas of memories still painted with hues
strokes of the same brush of familiar colors used...

A chance to hold on
it tripped and fell...

Once upon a time...
something happened to me...

Vulnerability speaks in search of the Irish
devastated of a promise that now turned dreams...

Lights...camera...action!
of fame and wonder...

Used to be a nobody in my life,
an insignificant figure...

I have loved...
and have given my whole heart before...

You have taken my heart in your hands...
At first you were very gentle with it...

Your soul speaks to me in the darkest night
your lips upon my breast, I imagine feels so right...