Take a breath just to know you still can
Know that behind you there still stands a man...

Your hands are cold,
You can't make up your mind...

Here I sit a weary poet
Who'd verse the world to have you know it...

My eyes are closed but I'm not resting
For I find these moments testing...

When I look into your eyes,
time stands still...

There’s a feeling I get
When you walk one way, and I the opposite...

Hereupon an eternal flower
that will never lose its hue...

Torture me a little more
sweetest temptress whom I adore...

A tear in my eye and a hand on my chin
I look up at walls I feel confined in...

You've changed me darling
in ways I cannot say...

To speak of my muse,
takes prose of a poet...

How easily I still tread,
steadfast by my heart...