Some say,
a rose is temporary and will one day wilt and die...

The Sparrow sings
Bring forth...

This fatal kiss I bring,
Comes from loves deep ambiance...

I sense you watching me
The night chill over comes me...

The other night I read a poem from a poet
who spoke of colors of the soul...

Today I broke down.
I cried nonstop for hours on end...

The little man kneels in front of the bed,
Prays to the man, if I shall die before I wake...

What is life....
when I die... will the love still linger in my...

In the silhouette of the butterfly, is the dream.
the dream, that paralysis ones soul...

We always knew
chance might come some day...

The fragrance, in the air
Is the scent of a tropical candle, breeze...

A warm summer night, Cashmere pajamas,
Hardcover novel, Miss Dior Cherie perfume...