You Are A Lover Of Your Own

The Cure For Pain Is In The Pain.

The Minute I Heard My First Love Story, I Started Looking For You.

And If You Are A Rose, I Am Rose-shadow.

In Your Light I Learn How To Love. In Your Beauty, How To Make Poems. You Dance Inside My Chest Where No-one Sees You, But Sometimes I Do, And That Sight Becomes This Art.

Your Eyes Are Even Smaller, Yet They Behold The World.