My love. 
 I'm still in Paris.

I'm glad
   that 
     I can talk to you freely
      pouring my heart out 
        and my mind out to you
          like that - in spirit.

I'm glad that
 you still have a place
   in my imagination,
    not in reality,

that you cannot stop me
  freezing my veins
    with your coldness
      and cynicism
        all of a sudden.

I sit
 in the blazing Sun
  of the Tuilrie Garden.

It's hot
  and fresh water is near -
    I can smell it.

Even God
  cannot stop me
   from thinking about you,
    my Lord.

Dear God!
 Make it not
   that he has forgot.

Make it so
 that we both
  can be happy...
    Together?

I don't wanna hurt.

Although I'll never tell you.

Can you feel it?

How could I live without you
  for so many years!

Those years have passed
  like one day
   and the feeling has stayed.

I thought
  you loved me not,
    but you do.

Oh, please, do.

Love me
  for all
    I've got.



Apr. 15, 2003