My mind begins to wander
Longs for your handsome face...

Touch me tenderly at night
And kiss me gently in the morn...

My little Krisye...
Krisye...

Holding your hand
You hold mine so slight...

Wherever you go,
I will follow you...

Depression, anger, sadness, fears,
Sick and twisted, hopeless tears...

Tears are the waterfall
Down her swift cheek bones...

To My Valentine: Ross Michael Lancaster
The key to my heart...

A husband sees
A battered wife...

White knuckles cling
To the picture in hand...

Use it to escape
Your rushed reality...

Nose in a book,
Misunderstood...