I love her and the heart and soul in them love as blood flows in my body
Is Medicine is a blissful is dream may be and may be I find
My heart has miss her by fasting for kindness and compassion until it finds
Me in spirit and conscience in my mind a broad imagination
On the trail as it sees fit walk to the mystery of her footsteps dream
No New'm in her hands or old died of her he gave up his passion
I find other pain whatever heart said no it is a smell of flowers whenever the received signals from the nervous mental via
I find her light in my rips of and popularized its light in my pieces of body
Is it me or is his gold down the drain
I do not know and why I do not know??!!