Grim was her mood as she storms about,Fetid feelings abound.Her secrets kept none to confide in,Her love scorn her affections,Leaving her with a derelict affliction.   Cursed among maidens,Her future was bleak and barren,Like all that came before her.She was a...

You are not driven for powerYou are driven for loveAnd I want to kiss your soul.

I like to go to the exhibition with youI like seeing your lovely silhouetteYour pretty eyesI like walking side by side with youHolding handsWhen you leaveI stand thereCounting the daysWhen your descent faceWill appear back.

I like your imaginationI always want to find an excuseTo talk to youAnd when I doI always smile.