Tonight is when
We'll be alone...
..we nestled on a carpet
of rich green grass...
In the middle of night I called her.
In the middle of the nightmare of daylight l...
I only ever thought that there were two kinds of...
The kind that you would kill for...
There is lots of stories of love
but love is love only...
"I love you for all the women I have not known"
(Je t’aime), Paul Eluard...
Love is infinite,
It can't supersede itself...
In your affinity, cool pleasant wind
fills to interrupt the quietest seas...
How sad that I crave the drama of strife
The storms and the gloom that oft puncture my life...
Following the seemingly irreversible strangled...
It’s not the fear of losing yourself that haunts...
I walked alone-
upon a blank canvas...
Love me incomplete,
the way I am, otherwise...