(2002)
The agonizing feeling of misgivings there’s no coming back
*** captivated by your style a fever of wanting overcomes me
There are millions of colors in the spectrum but none can color you
Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
Wanting you from afar with rhymes of passion I dare not speak my feelings
*** Spasms lifts her body with eyes closed the Doctor explains
Loving you madly with kisses picture sweet in a frame of glass and wood
So wonderful are dreams when dreaming of you your
love that once held me has faded into obscurity
She stares at the reflection in the bottom of the glass and sees
Soul Deep *** together we sail in the sea
Kiss me as your lips burn with whispers to my heart
none cares to listen as the rose peddle falls none sees
parking down the street walking very discreet to my back alley girl I slip inside wiping the tears
As I read my diary I reminisce of your kisses so sweet