Misty girl is exceedingly sweet,
she nearly takes ninety baths a week...

This man I love is really funny,
I laugh all day, till my nose is runny...

No leaves on the trees.
Nothing growing, all is dead...

Certain paths I go down,
always end the same...

Blowing bubbles in my milk.
The look in your face...

The rain fought a war,
against the earth. Yet instead...

Finally a rain storm,
turns the dry cracked ground to mud...

Watching my shadow,
as it follows behind me...

Drifting off to sleep,
snug under my warm covers...

The gloriousness
of a bright and sunny day...

Surprise at finding you asleep.
Regret for having woken you...

Our little pool,
ever still, this long winter...