Saturday afternoon in grey
Feeling is blocked wish to stay...

It is Sunday morning...

In life there is no cookbook for love
When you create a dinner...

Sheltered by my big hands
To clumsy to make a sculpture...

Pompeii's glowing love,
horrors send from above...

Our definition of love in plural forms,
Can have a variety and thus a mixture of thoughts...

Some tells fortune in,
a cup of coffee...

Friday afternoon,
I'm fresh, want your here...

Between heaven and angels
Love floats between us...

I found love
With some help from above...

Loveless I feel
You turned on your heel...

Hoping you will be better very soon I love you...
Today is changed because you sadly are ill...