One may wonder can passion become addictive,
Thinking of someone 24/7, being lost without them...

Touch
an emotion that is taken for granted in everyday...

Been along time since an artist graced my life,
Can remember passion, beauty, sensuality...

Never met you only seen you on the net...

A rose is only a rose,
given only as a flower...

A day without you goes like this,
I close my eyes and see your face...

In my world of pain, darkness, deadly silence...
You brought healing, light, and singing sweet...

On a cold winter's night while all is still,
laying in this cold dark room feeling chilled...

To care for you and treat you right,
to lay beside you all through the night...

Love was just a mirage in my tortured mind,
It's fake, it's hopeless dreams, I'll never find...

A thousand fair men line up to steal your heart,
Some are poets and all are jockeys of their art...

Why should you live life if it is cruel,
If life was easier, would there be less stress...