valerie

i do believe the Lord above
created you for me to love
he picked you outfrom all the rest
because He knows i love you best

i have a heart which is true
for it was gone from me to you
so care for it like what i do
coz i cared for it and you have to

when leaves of trees begin to fall
and water waves rest on the shore
if im the first to rest on soil
remember dear i love you still

when i go to heaven and you're not there
ill wait for you on the golden stair
if you're not there on judgement day
i know you went another way

when i return with angel's wings
my golden harp and everything
to prove to you my heart is true
ill go to hell to be with you

smoke...

on nights wicked with the heart and silence
when my room is a desolate ship
i see the ghost of loneliness
in the smoke my cigarette make

the little flame at the tip of the stick
burns the rolled paper
and the mentholated leaves of tobacco
and other toxic elements

the graceful curlicue of the harmful fume
reminds me of my longing
everytime my mind conjures belowing thoughts of distances:
(millimeters, centimeter, meters, lightyears)
the distance between the two fingers holding the butt

the cigarette smoke i puff
in straight arrows can never reach you
nor can you feel the relic of my battered lungs
and the secret echoes of my tears
and the smoke cannot tell how much
i want to say I LOVE YOU