I am not a lover I do not dreamfor the passionate rose petals to whisper fragranceto brush my cheekAnd when I see youmy knees don't shake,grow weak at..
There in the midst of a thousand facescovered artwork on the sillhidden behind tainted clothclasped in iron's unyielding willAnd there the artist, wit..
He reached out a handand offered me Eden offered my the blissful fields of paradiseoffered me a homeBut i could not answer him I could not pass throug..
The trail was a strange oneAn animal, a soulresided in its gravel, made its body wholeIt began thin and weak, bordered by young shrubsHesitantly carve..
A tornado howling Trapped behind enamel barsI tiptoe on the precipicepraying for the fallFeverish thoughts flicker the bulbDarkness lurking nighA fiss..
His eyes are dark and his brow is lowthe cut of his face is nothing likethe cut of a gemAnd when he smiles, flowers shut their fragrant petalsshying f..