We might be just a dot, a stratum,
buried in the layout of ladybug wings...
My night is dark, no love to give me light
though moonlight glimmers on the distant shore...
Harbinger of hapless news cast wicked
blight of sorrow upon this loving breast...
Your pin prick of scorn
devastates worse than anger...
If you happen to find my heart
Would you please return it to me...
Wherest art thou my love
For I've looketh far and wide...
lover's eating chips
whilst watching the crab catching...
I think of you as starry skies
Who hypnotize my dreamy eyes...
If you don't love me, then, do I love me?
For I within that love do view me whole...
I drive to many places.
I meet many people...
Cool wind blowing through my hair
Smells of earth and sweat...
The mists of our time apart never seem
to clear more than a waterfall of sadness...