A cold bitter air sets in
And eats away the heart...

The way you act
Can be likened to a child...

Not all plants raise
Against the battered season's plea...

The sun kissed a window-
you told me when your eyes...

Soft imprints in the sand
soothing sea mist...

Thorns grow tall on white roses
as a snake slithers by...

Across the sea
I returned...

I fall short
of that prize...

A day without you
would prove to be fatal...

Could life be so perfect
to give me a girl...

So you know
this secret of mine...

Endless reverie
of us coming true...