You could have seen her, in light skin and lean...
When she smiles, she would serene the storm...
I stare at this match,
its red tip - the color of my love for you...
Images of you deep in my heart--
Shadows form slowly...
The bosoms of swollen meadows
drizzles...
She cried for a little gingerbread
because its arm was missing...
Should Cupid pass, with hand and bow
I hope he’ll purge, my heart of woe...
I'm a fragile heart,
With a twisted mind...
Open your eyes,
Open your chest...
I'm a wreck in the head,
No need to pretend...
I hear you..
You’re ready now...
I hold you close
needing to breath you in...
The roses and jasmines bloom
Scenting the air with heady perfume...