Solus et Amatus.

I and these disheartened faces ride this train alone.
Some of us to lovers ride and others of us, home.
And though we all sit here together,
In light of life's more heartless weather,
Like a feather, I fall aimlessly and ride this train alone.

A Rousing Proposal

Unhinge the doors that keep you from walking the ways they cover,

A lover now, your conscience pleads you to turn your stubborn head

To hear what has been said, your knees give to amorous inclinations

These deep blue sensations send you reeling, your inhibitions shed.

Breathe deeply for the emotion found hidden in the midnight

This night is not to be forgotten or left to be discovered.

Uncover yourself, and let me see the self that you've been hiding

Biting lips, the end of whispers, the beginnings of her confiding.