I lay here in my self-induced coma that you call...
For my mind is blank, no thoughts to stir...

Being with you the other night, a dream come true,
Such passion being shared by us in so many ways...

One may wonder can passion become addictive,
Thinking of someone 24/7, being lost without them...

On a cold winter's night while all is still,
laying in this cold dark room feeling chilled...

In my world of pain, darkness, deadly silence...
You brought healing, light, and singing sweet...

A day without you goes like this,
I close my eyes and see your face...

A rose is only a rose,
given only as a flower...

Thought past pain of love was buried deep in me,
Ha, what a lie, told myself never I would see...

Never met you only seen you on the net...

Been along time since an artist graced my life,
Can remember passion, beauty, sensuality...

Touch
an emotion that is taken for granted in everyday...

Can you control your own destiny as they say or...
Does fate enter your mind only when things go...