The flower sat gently beside her,
she glanced at it quickly but turned...

Let the sun rise,
don't put shame on me...

Poems are for the lovers,
spilling their heart into words...

Floating down the canal,
a best friend on one hand...

What am I thinking,
why do you keep popping up...

A maiden of only 16 years of age,
sat at the hill top every night...

I felt the petals fall upon my hair,
the feeling's so sweet without compare...

She looks at him from a distance,
he doesn't see her there...

Childhood memories flooding back,
remembering the grass between my toes...

Flying as high as the stars,
watching the world go round...

Is it natural to feel this way,
to feel your heart just cry...

I just need you to sing,
let me hear the voice...