Since you ask, most days I cannot remember.I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage.Then the almost unnameable lust returns.

I've grown tired of love You are the trouble with me I watch you walk right by

My dear it was a moment to clutch at for a moment so that you may beleve in it and believing is the act of love, I think, even in the telling wherever it went.

Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.

I cannot promise very much. I give you the images I know. Lie still with me and watch. We laugh and we touch. I promise you love. Time will not take that away.

My dear it was a momentto clutch at for a momentso that you may beleve in itand believing is the act of love, I think,even in the telling wherever it went.