Who is this man? His voice is silver. And he is...
I cannot imagine anymore Not fair I know your bed is...
I never knew of promise and now it holds me as...
Beautiful poetry writing girl, he says Why are there tears in...
Fingers I use to write Crawl over the words Your fingers...
A message in the form of fire. Young man you are...
If my face Were on the cover Of a magazine Would...
Your words flow over me As warm, fresh water falls From...
He speaks And slowly Of love He sings A rhythm Lost...
Why? I ask you. Silently pleading you’ll reply. Help me I...