as found all fragile corpses may,
when confined, time gives such painful reminders,
wishing that my essence becomes alive,
longingly, i wait, as sorrow seems often near,
upon the frozen tears my sadness lies,
oh such life, so soft yet hard as clay,
engrained upon my heart a piece of restless decay,
is such life possible without a hint of taste,
if i were to stay, would you be far away.....

the beating heart, so soft yet burning cold,
with my wish upon your gentle breath,
sharing so much of timeless visions,
engulfed with such a bitter taste,
can tomorrow never come,
and the past never fade,
as to look upon your innocent face,
with rarity that never passes,
and memories never sway,
oh, how can we miss each other,
if we have never met....

upon the painted hall,
your heart lies within a silver frame,
as among the floral scene,
may it bloom like such a rose,
does it last with a burning fragrance,
so touching to the soul,
so dearing to the senses,
with much warmth and love,
as angels often give,
where tears shed as sparkling diamonds,
and hope brings such vivid reminders,
oh lovely sweetness like no other,
can such perfection be found,
in any heart but yours....

like winter upon a drop of dew
the early frost, the morning worm
so intertwined with so much life
upon a thousand mile of loving sorrow
as if a well of flowing tears
across your weary face, an empty smile
a chilling sadness
a painful hint of gray
will time heal all
and not bring back such remorseful regrets
how would your lonely breath
make a whisper shy
if at all you never speak
how would silence be golden
how would i then know.......

accross the frozen lake
penquins play hide and seek,
sliding and skating,
all having such a blast,
and then the frozen lake cracks,
the penquins panic like crazy,
but hey, they can swim.....

Kissing skies, caressing heavens,
Painted clouds, decaying frost,
Forever preys of everlasting night,
Darkness blights the rekindling light,
To entrust hope upon a sincere wish
So that when our fates are sealed,
Love's warmth can revive the waning spirits,
Engaged upon the salted, deaden plains,
Such emptiness from a bitter heart.
The magic spell giving eternal life
Is meaningless when taste reveals
No such sweetness upon your lips,
No such gentle, amorous smile.

To have always wondered but never dared
often my heart's too shy to care
always too afraid to caress your hair
to nothing, eternally, my love despairs.

For me, the dress you chose to wear
a precious moment you'll forever share
and if our hearts made a matching pair
together, we'll be in blissful air.

Oh, for such a perfect and dreamy life
when my angel becomes my lovely wife
my heart will end from love's own knife
a price I'll pay with tears and strife.