A rose red and sweet sign of death
and weak love and grief...

I am but the flesh;
tainted and bruised...

I loved you then
and i love you now...

Why did you die?
Without saying goodbye...

Help me or i will die
not by murder...

These verses run through my mind
like a song...

I practice my waltz
I practice my entrance...

Yes it's LOVE
at first sight...

Death is an exit from the stage
a final to an exam...

I lost myself in you.
I desired you, fully...

Life is funny.
life offers us extraordinary things, beautiful...