It's hard for me to think of how fast I fell in love with you
I fell deep into a unrequited love with you

Waiting for that special person
To come and save you,
Is that how this
Works?

Oh sweetheart,
If I've realized anything it is that
nobody can save you but
Yourself.

Do not rely on the
Eyes that give you lies
And say they love you.

Do not rely on the
Lips that touch you in
All the wrong places.

Do not rely on the
Person you thought would
Love you forever dear.

Save yourself before it is too late
Because the end is near.

The angel moves stealth-like
Appearing as summoned
Here and there to help
Look out, he could be watching
Making sure the nightmare monsters are held at bay

I have an angel watching me
Day and night
His work does not cease
Amazed at the honor
Of having you around me
Just wishing to touch and feel your feathery body

A funny concept indeed -
                 Some people invest in 'masks'
But you decided to keep your laughter
                 Shielding yourself from the prying eyes of the spectators.


(But I see right through it)

Be still and watch the golden sun's
late fire drape the snowy frost.

In loving embers stirring low
that light the heart of tender dusk.

In snowy arms we walk back home
and feel a warmth that's never lost.

Out by the clean blue river
the pale full moon hums a song
Lily buds by the woods keep its vigil
forlorn and crestfallen, gaily sings.
The sky is drowsy with beaks and feathers of mist
Little nightingales chirp queerly on the sycamore trees.
Hibiscus petals doze soundly, the cackling birds hobble.

The white, epicene faces peep in riveting eyes
Dancing with milk-white limbs and garnet cheeks
Brown eyes with ample warm, precious as fairy gold.
The babyish little birdvoices,
who sing and pirouette out innocence;
Melodic rhythm of the flowing river  
seething out the blithe without worries.
Cold clouds and rabbits like fluff honey
Little stars tonight will be candies.

when life is quite through with
and leaves say alas,
much is to do
for the swallow,that closes
a flight in the blue;

when love’s had his tears out,
perhaps shall pass
a million years
(while a bee dozes
on the poppies, the dears;

when all’s done and said,and
under the grass
lies her head
by oaks and roses
deliberated.)