Where are you love?
Are you sleeping...

Your hands are cold,
You can't make up your mind...

When you know she's the smile on your face, the...
Then...

I stare and wonder,
how could anything so beautiful exist...

If only you could see the darkness,
stalking in my mind...

Was I a fool to even
try...

To speak of my muse,
takes prose of a poet...

When I look into your eyes,
time stands still...

You ask me why I love you?
Why not ask the sun why...

The moon, so clear is her brilliance,
beheld by a star...

How easily I still tread,
steadfast by my heart...

All in vain my hopes have risen,
tender touch and bright glance given...