I walked along the pathway of this
seemingly foreign street, with lights...

We are breathing the same scent of french
lilacs against the current of clashing winds...

Standing closely now, only the words
waiting to be unearthed separates them...

I know of our affinity as encompassing nothing.
It hangs on separate air...

Learning that this agitation may be
a product of our minds' guesswork...

If I'd dream a dream,
Would be one under clear curtains of white...

How so swiftly you barge o' friendly one.
Your phony smile sparks of cordiality...

Oh, enthusiastically beating heart!
While you're all hype and fidgety...

I, have led, over ten thousandths of young but...
Across barren outskirts of winter nations, ever...

There she walks again like no other,
through the breeze, slow and swift...

Your love is a mystery.
A secret which riddled...

Love ignites
like matches burn to light...