You never have to mention love
To know that it is real...

I have a farm, and I have a field
Within which, my seeds will yield...

She is the reason for my words
From since she touched my heart...

This morning as I walked
on my way to catch the train...

Like an empty glass
You no longer quench my thirst...

A heart relies on more than lust
Above all else it searches trust...

While you are sleeping
Lying still in the night...

Though separated
While standing apart I watch...

Life is made with shapes
You see them everywhere...

The mirror never lies
That's what people say...

Sharpening a sword
I thought blunt but then noticed...

I hardly hear you
Like a clock you are silent...