I often wonder

i sat alone and thought of you

deep within my pain and weariness

tears poured down my sadness

the memories of all my misunderstandings

hoping some day to make a change

so young and pure our love

a vision of a beauty one of her kind

unfoldes itself with in elegance to my mind

again i am raped in her warmth of her passion of my first love

these memories of my lingering understandings of our loVe

an empty indulgance i cannot conceive.... but now.

could it be the beginning....again? I hope waiting

with pain and weariness....

i have returned to my senses

...in this nonesense...no sense of life

so often i wonder....pass you