I possess an illness,an addiction to your drug.A sip of rose wineand conversation intoxicates me,and I am left cravingthe petals of your rose.Symptoms of lonelinessand the longing for you,I have no regretsfor my addiction to you.Your beauty is thus...

In search of a twin flame When the heart wants more Four chambers to hold and secure Not obvious to those Whose hearts are closed To the possibility That there could be more for you and me Yeah, some will consider it to be greedy I consider...