Professor Cortese, with all due respect,
I bring my self to take more than one step...

I want to travel the world of your thoughts,
I want to visit your heart and settle there once...

In a place redder
than this, miles radiating...

Like rain that clouds cry,
we came to fall from the sky...

Someday, I'll be like a volcano
underneath the sea...

You are too young and too much of an amateur
to be looking for clues where there are none...

It's been a while since I wrote like I usually do
without paying attention to meter or rhymes...

Within a privacy of a room, with curtains closed,
and a dim light, a wife politely asked her...

Me wonders how the years
have been flying with no wings...

A mighty sword of steel
swashed on air...

I thought my thoughts were clear
like rivers flowing with streams...

I met you in a crowded room,
as crowded as the closet in my bedroom...