My Words Cry

You are my song

and all the things I feel.

You are my smile,

my pain, my heal.

You are my life,

my truth, my lie.

But I don't know why

My words cry.

The Season of Love

I want to paint your picture

In the snowfall.

I want to ask my questions

To the leaves in autumn.

Why does spring sing your songs

And the rain call your name?

I want to paint your picture

In the snowfall again.

I want to profess my love

In that endless winter night,

And kiss you when I see your face

Sparkling in the moonlight.

My love for you, will remain,

In all seasons the same.

And I want to paint your picture

In the snowfall again.