A joy to unfold
a glory to behold...

Do you love me
like there's no tomorrow...

Sometimes
I feel older...

How does a conundrum
begin or end...

Beauty
never came into it...

It's great
being young...

It's morning
though all I can see...

Nothing
but hot air...

The sadness
of self-destruction...

The pastoral symphony
played out...

The rosebuds
have a pink blush...

I'm out of sage
though...