I dreamt the roses one time went
To meet and sit in parliament;
The place for these, and for the rest
Of flowers, was thy spotless breast,
Over the which a state was drawn
Of tiffanie or cobweb lawn.
Then in that parly all those powers
Voted the rose the queen of flowers;
But so as that herself should be
The maid of honour unto thee.

"Good Bye"*
I wonder how it looks
and how it feels
To have a good bye


Because to me
It
seems
to never
exist.

You are the stars I see in my dreams
Not like the ones in space
You are brighter and bigger
And light up the sky more than the sun

Some people call me young
But to others, I am old.
How you see me depends
On the way my impression is sold.

Dear, won't you tell me,
Whenever you are silent,
What bothers you so?

I stand alone
Existing as if I had purpose
Thinking
Unneeded, unwanted, used
But who am I to say I have it rough
I simply am too greedy to long for happiness