My flesh, blood and bones
belong only to myself...

She won't fly away
butterfly of evenness...

I can not live without you
without you by my side, in my heart...

Two white doves are making love
like for ever...

For the frugal hearts
love is the most bankrupting...

My laceration
and your thorns are what the red...

In my loneliness
I have learned I am never...

Blowing the figures
in the figureless boulders...

Butterflies hover
over blooms while blooms hover...