You Are Like Nobody Since I Love

And What Has Become Of It, Where Is That Onetime Love? Now It Is The Grave Of A Bird, A Drop Of Black Quartz, A Chunk Of Wood Eroded By The Rain.

I Spin On The Circle Of Wave Upon Wave Of The Sea.

I Am Made Of Earth, And My Song Made Of Words.

My Feet Will Want To Walk To Where You Are Sleeping But I Shall Go On Living.

Love Is Not About Property, Diamonds And Gifts. It Is About Sharing Your Very Self With The World Around You.