It's not the color of your eyes
Nor the shade of your long hair...

My heart is a puzzle
A puzzle in a box...

All that beats
Is not alive...

If I could take back one less tear
That fell from my eyes over the years...

Two little bluejays
Just passing by...

If i was a fragment
What could i be...

That rare storm
I do visit...

Im a small piece of paper
Thats comfortable in pink...

It is but love
Which spins the Earth...

For it is but love
That fills the heart...

Every thought I steal from you
Engulfs my head rushes within...

Since my first heartache
It came with a crack...