I do not miss you anymore,
but please tell me...

Hey there dear, are you okay?
Be honest, I'll figure anyway...

The elixir runs dry
slowly and creeping...

Laying in your arms, close to you
I do not know what to do...

Yesterday, or one of
these nights, I took that part...

Right now I need one of those writes,
that tell about the in between...

Others get a bouquet or pralines.
Flowers that wither, but that...

Sometimes I wonder
whether I seem...

My cold leather couch
placed in the middle of this...

If the night knew
how much they talk...

Just one frosty spark -
pure preciousness of the moon...

Since we do not discuss
about who loves the other more...