Torture me a little more
sweetest temptress whom I adore...

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

I try for merely a moment
to turn a blind eye from my heart unto you...

Here I sit a weary poet
Who'd verse the world to have you know it...

Silent sorrow smothering all feeling
When clouds need cry for me...

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

Where are you love?
Are you sleeping...

I stand here enamoured
By faith I am armored...

The last rose of summer rests in my palm
Each crimsoned petal tranquil and calm...

There's only on I know that could
love you more...

I want you with fire
that burns in my heart...

You've been there when I needed you
You've helped me stay strong...