And if you ever remember my grave my love, Leave some flowers, letter and kisses, To keep me warm in your memories, I shall wait patiently to meet you again…

Who you see in mirror is lonely, Reflections are nothing but a work of truth, We are the soldiers without a war, Betrayed once again by the lines…

My promised land, your heart, I am here, your believer, As I kiss your holy feather feet, A thousand times as a prayer and wait, For you to lift the veil and let me in, Oh it’s a long pilgrimage into you…

All she need is someone, To buy her all her fun, She looks so happy in that smile, She is content all the while, But she knows deep within her heart, It won’t last her all the mile…

Thy praises I sang night and day, Life was blur but better this way, Now you left and so did my smile, Memories they ache and difficult to hide…

She is the room I lock myself in, When I try to hide from my life. It’s her smile that I use, To erase those unholy hours. For she is the real gardener of my soul…

It’s her gift that I smile, More often than I could. It’s her gift that I love, More often than I would. It’s her gift that I believe in living, More often than I should…

It’s such a beautiful day to die today, Nothing is coming my way, No more pressure and nothing to say, I think it’s time for a summer spray…

I fear to lose you more than losing my life, I wonder is there any difference between the two? My fears may be unfound but still I fear, And this fear is eating me to the point, That I can’t live without loving you even more…