I, have led, over ten thousandths of young but...
Across barren outskirts of winter nations, ever...

There she walks again like no other,
through the breeze, slow and swift...

How so swiftly you barge o' friendly one.
Your phony smile sparks of cordiality...

I walked along the pathway of this
seemingly foreign street, with lights...

You, who observed that good lady
During sunsets of late summer's height...

T'is the mildest whisper whistled upon my wake.
Warmer than the wasteful heat of mid-day...

Love ignites
like matches burn to light...

We are breathing the same scent of french
lilacs against the current of clashing winds...

If I'd dream a dream,
Would be one under clear curtains of white...

I know of our affinity as encompassing nothing.
It hangs on separate air...

Learning that this agitation may be
a product of our minds' guesswork...

Oh, enthusiastically beating heart!
While you're all hype and fidgety...