"Life has no rehearsal, this is the real...
The childish Innocence that has faltered away...

Of my beloved girl too much I dream,
Oh! what a futile dream 't all is...

The fire that devours its every obliteration
Creating wasteful memories of a bygone abstraction...

And now again, I fall in love.
A precious girl has caught my soul...

Cruel Fate
A Tribute to John Donne...

In London lived a lonely man named Jack,
whose eyes were painted gracefully with black...

And so, in th'rainy morn of Christmas day
this Jack went out to walk, wasting away...

But hark! His heart so weakened was by age,
that soon it failed, writing thus Jack's last...

History's Forgotten Past
The fragile existence sounds in the wind...

I.
I love you...

I want to stare into your eyes,
And see in them, reflected my own eyes...

Whilom, in a rainy day of early June,
While wand'ring in the Labyrinth of Solitude...