I knew from that first moment
when my eyes looked into yours...

Its hard to run away
from the dark ole cloud...

At one am. I saw your eyes,
you speak in silence...

Darkest hour
3 am...

Designed with a flame
of lusting desires...

Often times you cross
my memories...

I see the intensity of your eyes,
outlining every curve...

I cant sleep
so here I peep...

Finality gravitates
upon these moistened lips...

The ages of spotted elegance
design her finger tips in such...

Pickering is our label given
As if our surnames mark our...

The universe has her plan for us,
She quietly resides in the background...