She comes out of nowhere,
she comes in a breeze...

I love them so,
they come and go...

This thing is a constant,
it never swaggers...

I wanted to tell,
to write and to show...

I'm giving up,
no more thoughts of it...

I must tell you,
of what I feel inside...

It slips through my hands,
like tiny grains of sand...

Poems, oh poems,
what is it about you...

I'm worthy of love,
no matter what I feel...

I say to you young ones,
never lose faith...

Maybe I'm meant,
to be alone...

Am I just hopeless,
to fall for you...