and spring has left me empty…nothing inside…all’s been wept…every last bit of soul poured-out for you…poured-out for you…

morning is no longer morning…just another part of day…melding into afternoon…then the long…long…night…

it is this darkened hour that i long for…to awaken you with kisses…naked bodies…love you…yes…love you…

and spring has left me empty…nothing inside…all’s been wept…every last bit of soul poured-out for you…poured-out for you…