I see my fated stars within his eyes,
as his orbs melt me as the sun does to snow...

On a cold winter's eve it all began;
By his portrait, my soul's desire was warmed...

Geometry is a rich source of knowledge.
Every person here on earth has its privilege...

Her fingers delicately pluck each key with grace,
Eyes closed for long, seeing only empty space...

In verdant prairies
where boughs of calloused...

You looked at me with piercing eyes,
Stabbing with a knife in disguise...

I stood
awfully appalled...

In time, a desire distilled
Instilled in me...

With an azure tinge
around your eyes...

Glaring upon the gallows of lurid flames,
I squinted listlessly towards your narrow frame...

God has given me a time to be with you
In my heart, I could just feel the happiness...

Gale was Wind when you first came,
Intruding with force the emptiness within...