  If I'd be found guilty chasing some silhoutte my love it was yours, on such time and place that I nourish. If I've been seen strung-out on some reverie my love it was all about you, as it was and always will be.
Without you, this life is stripped-off of it's means. Without you, this life is just a bitter parody. Yes, I'm bound to waste-away on such short notice yet days, for me, seems forever, and such days are not graced. yours is the water that quenches this thirst, you are the forming center of my universe. yours are the hands that took me away from all these emptiness the figure in my canvas, the sole means of my existense. You are the pillars from where I drew my strength, and now with sadness at hand, I ask of you, to take me away once again. -- isn't he a sweetie? Ü 
