Wind and dark the night I pine
stark the grasp of longing
branched and vined
blue mourning
deep in soul
an echo
calling

When through my fingers
your hand slips
taste of your
fleeting kiss
lingers
drifts

Paper winged
when torn, I stutter, stammer
spiraling and falling
only in dreams softly sweet
once more a butterfly
brilliantly winging

It hurts hiding inside myself,
    I won't do it any longer...  

I need to be free
      To show the true me
          
   And finally escape
          This life filed with
     **Misery

My Dear Man,
my soul mate,
the one who raises my heart rate;

When I find You
and you are mine,
we'll show the word fantastic times.

When we depart
as all men doth,
Heaven shall have to take us both.

For me no world
could heaven be
if you do not remain with me.

And in my heart,
my soul, no joy,
without you my forever boy.