I want to caress and kiss your hands,
stroke your wrists and feel you pulse...

I am blinded by this Love;
It has become a delusion of my age...

Its Magic.
Magic how, and what I feel for you...

For a brief moment the universe opened
A monochrome world burst into colour...

I am worn out by my dreams
Old, tired, yet feeling alive...

If all the Mountains of these Isles
Piled up into one enormous peak...

The quality of this life is torturous
A Struggle to survive emotionally daily...

Sharing an umbrella on a rainy day
My secret love and me...

You lacerate me with your words,
sacrificing my heart on your altar at dawn...

My life blood seeps from me
As wounded by love my emotional sores lie...

My dreams have now become a reality; meagre...
For the sunlight that is you has faded from my...

In your early morning greeting your coldness burns...
frostbitten by your aura I recoil from your stone...