Glide me over your lips,
Like pride mumbling tricks...

I wish someday,
I could brush your hair...

Sweet scent from the lovely paradise
a gliding leaf toss along the way...

Do you know what it feels?
Listening to the music your guitar plays...

Love, what it looks like?
Love happens to be a diamond...

You're made of copper,
silver and gold...

A man who can write a poem,
speaks directly the truth...

Never have I wrote the letter again,
Never have I look into the mirror again...

Alone in the middle of nowhere,
darkness is it's name...

A daring Moonlight sonata
burst its requiem...

A whisper so mute
from a bird's squeaky voice...

Oh man, Oh man,
Who are you? That God is mindful to you...