I weep of joy and sadness
My tears are dripping pain...

Sensual kindness follows
age and grows vivid it won't...

Sometimes my name has no point
like I don't belong...

I am by now skillful in Europe
Some parts at least...

I have packed the suitcase
ready for departure...

On my drive I hear bells chimes
Makes me think sometimes...

Rushing out of bed
fleeing from sleep...

I am on Skype
It should be hype...

United after midnight,
under the snowy skies...

Celebration of passions
Underneath love there...

I was born as a kite..
Created by skillful hands...

In silence, I love you
with all I am...