How,
Can ten delicate fingers...

My Love,
I'm watching you...

Through time,
My heart became a prison...

Through time,
My heart became a prison...

“It’s not you…
It’s me...

My heart is speaking in a foreign language right...
That my mind can't even begin to understand...

 
I've learned...

Lately,
Love has been knocking on my door...

Love knocked on my doorstep today.
My heart tried to answer...

How unsettling it can be,
To listen to those quiet moments...

You are,
The grains of sand...

The healing tree,
Inside of my heart...