How many days will my sorrow share,
how many ways will my joy compare?
How many times will I weep in pain,
how many crimes will I make plain?... more »
Your eyes are like fire,
your skin so smooth.
I want to partake of your essence,
to sooth my soul.... more »
There is not many, but one.
The tree's are not here, they are gone.
One alone sheds it leaves like tears.
The sky is opening, weeping, joining in sorrow.... more »