| drift down to my soul and kiss my heart to dying this flame is not so kind as that time shifts so suddenly foward, then back again my heart aches from sickness more than from your love and peace and time are just words to the dying - the reaper has no thought of what he sows but as he comes closer and closer today a smile shall cross my lips as your flower drifts away |
| fever 104 |
| (c) 2001 Krissi M. |