Beyond the magic of the stars
And the planets far above...

Have you ever had everything you gave a damn about
Stripped off your back and all you could do was...

I've heard it said that when one judges a poem
One should judge context and leave style alone...

I kiss her lips and mine form a smile,
But Cupid's arrow has a poison tip...

Hold my hand dear
Let me pull you close...

It was two years ago
In two thousand and five...

And in the end I wonder why
We live to love yet lovers die...