Onions close to the eyes

Burning desires which left painful ashes

Have been sprinkled on my tongue to lick

Bitter than gall what appealed to the nose

Which in a sneeze was forced out

And filled full the wind pipe

Oh now what winds followed these painful actions

Opened eyes which will acclaim others and not me

Goodbye said and well said

Should not be like onions close to the eye

If the heart speaks

If the heart speaks

The mind will follow

My heart spoke

Years before her heart spoke

Is there anything a man of honour shouldn't have?

Your love, my home

Beyond the white and green

Flowers bloom on the shelf

The red romantic candles

And the delicately painted

White sticks I see

Is what has made me whole

What has made this house mine

Your love, my home

What love is hate that loves

What love is hate that loves

That leaves the rest for you

Abandoned so early so shocking to be true

Hopes rely on that which is so thin

Can break that which is so precious

when abandoned, feeling sadder than horror movies

waiting for love in silence

not a word to send you away

will love come when I am gone

would I find love when away

closed lips and minds harboring a noisy confusion

ready to explode a single pierce

love for man blinds the mind

links the classes, races emerge in

love for man if not to the end

worse than before it began a rebirth of class and race

whom to tell that gall so bitter

no one to trust not even friends

seeing yourself wasting away slowly like a landslide

slowly your whole world you’ll see unfold