You have wept inside, so long, for a love
and joy that brings those tears man conjures...

I could bathe myself unendingly
In golden locks...

Lie quietly in the bed beside me
And I will read to you what other lovers did...

To some, love is born with a tender kiss
And to others, it is a biochemical reaction...

I look behind me and see the sunsets
and footprints in the paths of places I...

The heart is such a tricky thing,
It gently dares perceive...

In a frenzy of ecstasy,
Her shadow...

Morn not for me when I am dead
As after things are clearer...

Blame it on the night
Because you have nothing else to do...

There are two things that coexist,
They are called love and hate...

Different psychiatrists
Who depend on strangers...

As the earth spins faster,
Music and the scent of roses...