Speak to me of poetry
Speak to me of love...

Each time I'm greeted by your eyes
And your smile...

Well what do you know?
Your not through hurting me yet...

Who put the warmth inside your heart
From the sparkle in her eye...

Its nice to sit beneath the stars
Just for once...

Deep within a dream last night
I dreamt that you came back...

I feel like im stuck,
somewhere...

All the tears I cried for you
Have dried up like sand...

I never thought, that you,
and I...

Even now i still sit reflecting
In stillness, all alone...

5 weeks....
Im not counting the minutes...

Love is pouring out of me like a beautiful
rain on a hot summers night...