12th August 1997
Just a shadow away,
A breath, a sigh,
Your loving voice,
Makes me want to die.
You smile a while,
It gives me good chills,
All other people wonder,
How this really feels.
I wonder how I should,
Look you in the face,
When I often wonder,
If we could be in the same place.
Shadows are merely illusions,
Of one�s inner self,
Just another page,
Of the book on the shelf.
When I grab the book,
All the shadows part,
Opening the book, all that I see,
Is you breaking my heart.
Yet I turn the page,
And there you are mending,
My shattered heart,
It is �never-breaking� once more.
