I wonder if you know,
there are few things as beautifully blinding
as sparkling diamonds on a sheet of snow
—pristine white snow—
when early in the morning after a storm,
the sun arises, spills its light—spellbinding!
There are few things…
and one of them I know.
I wake up to this wonder every morning.
With warmth, it fills me, and iridescent glow.
My feelings grow
as you look up, your hair spilled over pillows,
and smile so brilliantly, full of love and joy!
I wonder if you know,
you’re more beautiful than snow.

I’ve been feeling blue
searching for a while.
Love eluded me—
Such a cruelty
can’t be wished upon.
Autumn days drag on.
Must lose hope, I know…
I’m a fool,
it’s true—
Under this first snow,
I can’t hide a smile
at the sight of you.
Don’t need love,
just you.

Thick smoke and wild fire
my heart only knows.
I’m lost in desire,
consumed by this lust.
I hear no reason,
just the roaring blaze.
Guide me through this maze…
Your sure touch, your groans—
for you, my heart burns.

They've always been here — the signs—
in your every smile, your sighs,
in the long, gentle touches,
on your cheeks rosed with blushes.

What a fool I've been, didn't see,
didn't save you from ruin, from me.
I have failed you. I'm at fault —
you're in anguish; you hurt.

Stay away! I'm unworthy
of your kindness and mercy.
There is something I'm scared of —
I'm too hollow to bear love.

They've always been here — the signs—
in the way the whole world shines.

A feeling
is not love
until it
tears your soul;
until a
drop—a star—
rolls down, cold.

A feeling
is not love
until your
world shatters,
and you burn—
to be reborn.

I wish I were a flake of snow—
a gentle whisper in the night
descending slowly from the sky
to melt, cease to exist, just so
to kiss your cheeks, your parted lips.
I wish I were as brave as snow.

I sit here
in the dark
lost in thoughts,
torn apart.

There is blood
on my hands
of my foes,
of my friends.

As I look at each finger,
I let memories linger.

Only blood
know my hands –
of my foes,
of my friends.

I am death,
unworthy
of your love,
your mercy.

Yet, you kiss every finger.
Your kind warmth, your breath linger.

I’m still here
in the dark,
but in you
I see light.

I am a selfish man.
Here, now, even then,
I take all that you give, all you offer.
From a boy to a man, as I suffer,
You arise and blossom, beside me.
Still, my feelings, desires escape free.

Stop this greed—I don’t know if I can.
I am yours, I am a selfish man.

There’s comfort and calm,
in your house, in you –
Like a different realm,
After all we’ve been through.

Your small touch—gaze alone—
is a home. Have you known?

Just for you, baby (only), I bloom.
Your simple smile lightens the room,
Leaving me breathless
And giddy – it’s madness.
Just for you, baby (only), I bloom.

It hurts, my love.

It hurts, my love; I’m filled with sorrow.

While you are here (close but miles and miles away),

what can I say to change your mind so you’d stay?

Don’t go, my love…

Don’t go, my love, where I can’t follow.

Let’s think together of some other way. Stay.