I Am A Drunkard From Another Kind

It's No Good Giving My Heart And My Soul Because You Already Have These. So I've Brought You A Mirror. Look At Yourself And Remember Me.

All That You Think Is Rain Is Not. Behind The Veil Angels Sometimes Weep.

If These Poems Repeat Themselves, Then So Does Spring.

A Mountain Keeps An Echo Deep Inside Itself. That's How I Hold Your Voice.

My Heart Rushes Into The Garden, Joyfully Tasting All The Delights. But Reason Frowns, Disapproving Of The Heart's Bad Manners.