Each night she misses,
His loving kisses...

Only your eyes are open to me,
Blind to my feelings is everybody...

**2003**
Is love something of beauty...

A friend to the end
One who will always defend...

The life of the party,
Everyone can see...

Looking at you like I look in the mirror, glass...

Each morning my excitment grows, the pain of...
Each night that passes another tear filled night...

Each breath feels like a sharp pain deep to my...

This was for my first boyfriend. Written in 1998
A wilted bouquet on my dresser drawer...

Love the sound of Rian on my window,
the sight makes me miss you...

And to my demise, disastrous surprise, awake is my...

This is what a read at the service for my best...
Candle light flickers...