*** I'm cold now that you're gone Gone, the word resounds like a siren song If I say I can forget about you, I'll be beyond wrong. Life is a conundrum of esoterica. Who knew it would be you, Niena? And now, your pictures reshow in my head like a fighter's arcana. Wow, Senora. I thought I was immune, but you swepted me off my feet like a wind from the east. With you again, I would love to sit. With you once more, I would like to feast. Goodbye, though hard to say. I mustn't throw a fit. But, in truth, I'm beat. I used to be lost, today I find love, and I will cherish it. ***