You cannot define
This thing called love...

Nose in a book,
Misunderstood...

The spookiest night
Yet you taste romance...

Each love song plays
The words a story in my head...

Elegant verses sway so slight,
Mastered to make everything alright...

"I'm a ballerina!"
I said to Grandma then...

Birds are chirping
Like the light of a new soul...

Light and all deceives me
Smiles come so slight...

Walks down the hall
He's all she sees...

Blue Jay, Blue Jay
Why'd you visit me...

You sat yourself beside me,
On the day of August 3rd...

The white dove coos
As it flies overhead...