Psychoanalysis has begun,
unconscious conflict...

It is beauty by night that you have often...
looking in amazement your passion casts down...

The Factor: A circle of discovery,
uncovered...

Immersed in desolation,
memories loiter like butterflies...

Love either grows or it dies.
Love doesn't ask why...

Touching each other ever so softly
Holding each other tight...

The Girl with the Bright Smile
And radiant glistening eyes...

Illusive beauty:
a vividly portrayed dream...

My dear friend
I hope you can fend...

Someday, somehow
I'll find a way...

A vivid blue sky,
Wind calm as can be...

Elasticity
growing profusely...