Her poetry doesn't want to give me up
And I get the blame for it...

How great this thing called 'hope' must be
Which to our hearts envisions...

I loved you while we walked alone
Along the fine white sand beneath...

Let me begin to love you
As the world turns...

I think of you
When my pen stirs in the night...

If you came along
To be with me...

You have wept inside, so long, for a love
and joy that brings those tears man conjures...

Everyday that I saw her,
I fell more and more in love...

They must have loved each other, oh, so much;
Those subatomic particles that split...

One woman is dreaming about me
Even though I do not know...

There was a time I saw Love's end
As though it had some far away reality...

My lover sings softly to herself
And that's alright...