Helplessly Hoping

Her Harlequin Hovers Nearby

Awaiting A Word

Gasping At Glimpses

Of Gentle True Spirit

He Runs, Wishing He Could Fly

Only To Trip At The Sound Of Good-bye



Wordlessly Watching

He Waits By The Window

And Wonders

At The Empty Place Inside

Heartlessly Helping Himself To Her Bad Dreams

He Worries

Did He Hear A Good-bye? Or Even Hello?



They Are One Person

They Are Two Alone

They Are Three Together

They Are For-or Each Other



Stand By The Stairway

You'll See Something

Certain To Tell You Confusion Has Its Cost

Love Isn't Lying

It's Loose In A Lady Who Lingers

Sayng She Is Lost

And Choking On Hello



They Are One Person

They Are Two Alone

They Are Three Together

They Are For-or Each Other