Because I love you,
I give you back to yourself...

When we met
I tied a ribbon around your wrist...

You are a rose.
Am I cliche to say it...

Where are you, Love?
I cannot see your face...

Hush.
Quiet...

I was alone at the funeral,
my blonde hair flowed in natural waves catching...

I was walking through the mountains
a refreshing solitary hike...

In the majestic piney mountains cold,
caressed by the drifts of falling snow...

Behind my home there is a garden
of exquisite flowers glittering in the light...

More words to you, boy -
the cycle repeating...

A shadow has come to stay with me,
Crawling and clawing into my bed at night...

They found you along the river, Love,
drenched in springtime rain...