If you only knew,
how much I love you,
You would never ask,
if I’d Leave you.
If you had the heart,
to ever love me back,
I’d bring paradise into your heart.
It’s a dream,
I always had,
For you to love me back,
But now I’ve learnt the truth
And that love was never for you.

River flows.
It's a natural cause.
Some consider it a beautiful one,
But for some it's an ugly one.

River flows.
There are species below,
Sometimes treasure,
Sometimes pain.
Pain and pleasure,
some long for,
and treasure forever.

River flows.
Gently it fades,
finding it’s spring,
Calmly it stops,
And waits for the next month.

A white mist drifts across the shrouds,
A wild moon in this wintry sky
Gleams like an angry lion’s eye
Out of a mane of tawny clouds.

The muffled steersman at the wheel
Is but a shadow in the gloom;—
And in the throbbing engine-room
Leap the long rods of polished steel.

The shattered storm has left its trace
Upon this huge and heaving dome,
For the thin threads of yellow foam
Float on the waves like ravelled lace.