Tear stained pages
Tear stained pillows
The legacy of my love for you.
                    ljm

Does it make you feel uneasy—
a young woman sitting alone
in a leather chair
by the elevators
with infinite thoughts
and not a single
shred of attention
for those who
walk by?

The ship moves on to harbour,
At the mercy of the waves;

It's a persuit of goals,
At the current of passion.

Every minute is a high time
       To dare to run to chase the

"Unbelievable"

What is the life of a moment, the flower?
What is the depth a mother's love, the ocean?

Every bird
Carries its song

Everywhere

Volatile moments
never obstruct it

In my voice
I carry thy name

In the air