I want to read every book that’s writtenhear every song that was sungI want to gaze at every cloudand hold the zing of each fruit on my tongue.

And stay, my dearstay...forever, as my quiet song,in my lilac dawn.

when whisperedwhat an exquisitesong, it makes-your name.

If I’m not around I hope you’ll remember me and together we will hold on to our favorite song.

Sometimes the rainfallsjust for you and meto be the violinplaying in the backgroundof our loneliness's song.

kisses explode when... someone believes in me when my heart cries out a song of thanks to yours.