They are all written for you,
do you read them? Do you sound familiar?
In my head in the nights
are squeezed, and then poured.
Above the sheets in the perfect shape
horseradish, thistle, couplets,
you read them, for unrequited love
it is written in them, forcibly taken away.
One tone in another passes,
they, the feelings dictate to me refrain
and how to break, forget,
when the rhyme conceived in me ...
Goodbye and Kisses ...
