What do I know? Of how your lips taste, And how your kisses heal, And how your hugs feel. What do I know of how it feels? To drown in your eyes, And to rest in your arms. I can but only imagine…

Hidden in the air, The feeling slowly grows, And then the haunting starts, Like some whispering in the dark, Intoxicating the mind, And then I know it’s time, To worship her shrine…

The journey is to find our way back to the start, And seek the future in our past, For far into the distance I see someone like me, Trying to figure out the same old lie that life is…

There is no hurry in heaven, No time runs up there, Even the Gods have a disease, Boredom they say. Live, please don’t leave, No river of wine flows up there, No water too pure to cure your sins, No land too holy to die for, Live, don’t leave…

And your eye lashes do that to me every now and then, Make my heart skip a beat. Do that to me often so I can, Complain to God about this life being so short, And beg him for another life time besides you…

Suffer now they said for a better distant life, It’s a lie I need to believe in because everyone else does. And I wonder if self-control means waiting? Because that’s the only thing I have ever done…

Busy painting the trees green, To bring back her spring, You make the snow look so pale, Do you belong to some fairy tale?

With every breath we can end it all, The gift of life is not for all, But our long bloodless crawl, Like kings without a quest, The real romance is in this feeling of death…

For a grownup like me, To learn from her, What it takes to love, It comes naturally to her…