008: Love Comes In Waves
<font color=blue>My head is burning with her gripes
Why am I always wrong not right?
Her heart will always be with mine
To keep it so is not a crime
My thoughts and hers, as one, Entwined
We've been together all this time
Let's turn the water back to Wine
To drink together for all Time
And find that perfect love again
Our hearts, once more, again, Combined
Of course we Should.
So, should You try to make it right
To quench the fire and ...
018: The Armchair
<font color=purple>I sit in my armchair and still caress your thighs…
These wooden frames contain for me forever
The memory of your smile…
Do they feel cold and indifferent?
Never, they will always feel warm,
As you always did…
Don't break my heart