My love for you is an ocean of purity
And the tides they carry our kisses to the shore
...
I saw at the bottom of my closet
In a pile of old clothes
My blue shirt that had a hole,
From cigarette flames
...
If only you agreed to throw all those things around us
And jumped with me on the same bus with those young lovers
...
Had we but dog-eared pages and blurred nights
Vast space and immortal time
...
Women
Women come and women go
And what is left is our yearning
Hungry and hollow and left alone
Carelessly they pass and tread on hearts
With soft feet and polished nails
and the wonderful pirouetting fragrance
Carelessly they pass and tread on hearts
Or stop for a moment to take a glimpse
Then turn their heads and pass me by