My mind takes a stroll
and I arrive at memory lane...

I forged a vow to my love, my lady
justice and revenge, for the woeful...

When romance becomes rare
not much love in the air...

I feel nervous at first
as there is only blackness...

First breath, upon our birth
A journey begins here on earth...

from natures earthy womb
you grow into a spectacle...

my heart,
is separated by the narrowest...

My heart is deserted
without the grace of your...

The gift of life, such bliss,
to the warmth of the sun, I blow a kiss...

I see beds of roses, flourishing from
the earth of your cheeks...

It was difficult to
seek you in the dark...

It feels like I am in the
middle of a tunnel...