You that flutters in observance
From up, an olive tree...

What if I told you that I miss you?
That I miss you like a car...

Walking in the aisle, spell bound,
she frowned after tripping over her evening gown...

It's my heart. It beats thus I am alive.
But I must confess...

I
I'm not going to forget that you forgot...

I'm drifting in your currents
like a leaf - falling from an oak...

Sweet heart,
Every moment goes uncounted...

In the silence of a chapel, I prayed
for you to hear me...

Jesus Christ,
You are like the sun rising amongst the mountains...

You know that little thing
in that little thing...

I was like a chocolate box under your desk;
Hidden for everyone else, except for you...

I made my journal a ghost
covered with blankets...