Lady Wind, through rustling leaves,
where she doth blow, they go...
Love's like oxygen
It does not have to be pure...
(I dream, sir, of the routes of my childhood
of braiding my hair...
A crack on the ice,
Sliding is in sight...
What is love?
A strong feeling of fondness...
And tomorrow, should the Sun refuse to rise
in the darkness my heart will find the path...
There is something that we share
A smile, a touch, a hug, a stare...
One more night falls delicately in the horizon..
And While others sleep I start rising...
Take your words and swallow them whole,
watch them fade, like your cold and bitter soul...
She is like the northern lights -
Fluidly extravagant amongst chaotic beauty...
Me and you
we equal two...
She was a pristine rose plucked;
A vision in crimson from a sea of scarlet...