The candle flickers
troubling his thoughts...

Light drops
of snow...

Chasing, falling and rushing
to the end...

What is love actually?
Love is around all season...

Days, weeks then months
A drag they all become...

One lovely night
I look up the sky and...

She dared not see
the truth because it scared her speechless...

Time is not right yet
she thought...

Alone at night
she sat and thought...

She stood there in the pouring rain
all drenched...

Red roses
would be fine...