My eyes are running empty
Each tear runs directly in the scale...

I sit silently and wish to be back and hold you.
thinking about sweet love and a lot to do...

To love is to be a bit blind and trust passions,
Love is not a destiny; love is a willingly choice...

I love the fact that I am falling
Even you are sleeping I am calling...

Love is my inspiration,
letting me swing in mood...

Rushing out of bed
fleeing from sleep...

Weather is fighting fears
Will it be summer soon...

Home once more after work,
tired and a bit heavy...

Joyful through the reborn intense light,
winters depressions is ending...

I am by now skillful in Europe
Some parts at least...

If love was a god
I believe it must be a goddess...

Morning has broken
The twilight skies above us...