As I sit here watching you sleep
watching you breath freely, smoothly
watching your chest rise and fall from your careless breathing
all your worrys are faded away
all dreams are coming true in the land of the everlasting
as I sit here watching you sleep
I know you are safe
I know there is nothing to worry
I know you are my love
PART II
My Love, your enchanting beauty and tender spirit, entrance me.
The sunlight exposes all that is beautiful in the World,
Though vivid and tender images of you are all I can see.
When I look into your lustrous face, my darling,
I see the face of a radiant angel.
You?re reminiscent of all that is bright and lovely in the world.
I need not see the other splendors of the world surrounding me.
The beauty of your luminous face is like a brilliant sunrise,
It is forever burned into my eyes,
Into my mind and has warmed my heart.
You have shown me a beauty like no other I have ever seen.
A kind of beauty one could find only in a dream or perhaps in heaven.
You're my dream come true and my Heaven on Earth.
Thoughts of you invade the sunlight of my day.
PART III
We spend our whole life
from beginning to end
searching for what we
know not...
Something we know we lack
yet can't quite grasp, just beyond reach,
tantalizing us with whispers
of joy realized...
In our life of struggle
we find detours to what
we think might lead us
to this perfect place...
Stopping only to realize
it was but a shadow
of what we seek.
The search continues...
Some stop the search
and never continue,
as fear of being alone has forced
the burden of loving...
Seeing with eyes, but not looking
deep within the heart
For to look deep is to know...
The heart holds
but a drop of emotion
in what should be
an endless sea of love...
At some point we grasp
the fundamentals of this perfect life
yet to be realized and know we need
what we lack in ourselves...
We need our kindred spirit
the one we lost before the search began,
and only now do we have a clue
as to what we need...
It was only now that we are evolved
and understand enough to find out
what makes us able to have the key
to unlock what was always ours...
But beyond reach, once we found
our own perfect key in another,
and became as one to unlock the door
of fear and resignation...
Move beyond into hope
and endless possibilities
for those that dare to follow their hearts
Nirvana awaits...
PART IV
Is it the way the morning dew
kisses velvety rose petals?
Is it the way the wind
wispers to the leaves of a tree?
Is it the way the moonlight
gently caresses the water?
Is it quite simply
the way you look at me?
Saturday, August 11, 2012
JOURNAL...SOMETIMES I WANT TO BE
What I want from the big city is to be a stranger. I want to walk outside every morning and be anonymous. I don’t want people to know me. Anywhere. It’s not because I don’t like them. It’s because I do like them. I’m too sensitive, too empathetic to be smiled at by people passing by in their cars. I get emotionally attached to people that give a polite nod or say hello when I’m waiting to cross the street with them; I concoct their life stories in my mind and internalize them
It’s this separation from others’ souls that makes the everyday bearable by leaving me unburdened, free of the emotional baggage, real or imaginary (most often both), of others that I choose to carry. This is why I long for the big city. I want to look at strangers all day long, and I want them to remain strangers until I choose otherwise. I don’t want to know who they are. Not because I don’t care about them, but because I do. Because when they tell me their name and where they’re from, I’ll want to know more, know everything. But that won’t happen; all that will remain of them in my head is an abbreviated biography and a blurry thumbnail photo, half-reality, half-constructed by my mind’s eye. And this is disappointing.
It’s this separation from others’ souls that makes the everyday bearable by leaving me unburdened, free of the emotional baggage, real or imaginary (most often both), of others that I choose to carry. This is why I long for the big city. I want to look at strangers all day long, and I want them to remain strangers until I choose otherwise. I don’t want to know who they are. Not because I don’t care about them, but because I do. Because when they tell me their name and where they’re from, I’ll want to know more, know everything. But that won’t happen; all that will remain of them in my head is an abbreviated biography and a blurry thumbnail photo, half-reality, half-constructed by my mind’s eye. And this is disappointing.
POETRY: THE SOFT FLOWING BEAUTY
Your hair spilling over your back
looks like a forbidden waterfall,
so exquisite yet so powerful.
The soft flowing beauty
can shape hearts with its desire
and over many years
can smooth the rough surface of the rocks.
Silken is its touch
with a lash of fire at its tips.
Taking on the night with its radiance
The power held by your heart
can divert the sun to its wishes.
Your heart feeds my life,
and my life is for you.
At the bottom of the waterfall
is the misty whiteness of your pale skin.
The violet cascade from the power of your hair
causes your skin to shimmer and ripple,
drying only with the touch of my hand.
And the water flowing
from the freedom of your beauty
is the love i have
for you.
2
I can feel your wide-eyed wonder piercing right through me
I sense you?re asking yourself all the usual questions
But you?re really not ready or even willing to answer
In a world that has such little respect for dignity and trust
I already know that deep down inside you?ve come to a place
where you do what you must
You?ve come to believe in some men
It?s the actions of others you don?t trust
Yes, and even to survive in a world
were you often find yourself hiding from love
all you ever really asked for was to feel a little trust
Fancy words and pretty speeches are not worthy of your heart
And although many have tried, and only a few have even come close
in a true measure of things, I know that I?m closer than most
These are just a few things I ponder when I look into your eyes
3
What is it I see in you?
Is it you or just an image.
Take a picture of your soul and send it to me
and it would be... Sheer poetry.
I see depth in you
and mirrors in your eyes reflect poetry.
And your words form
that speak to my heart.
I can't seem to get you out of my head.
You speak to me with sheer poetry
And you make me feel like no one ever has.
You have me whether I know why or not.
Your Love is... Sheer Poetry.
4
And I kissed you in the
darkness of a daydream
Among the thick mists of
a foggy night's greeting
Not once, not twice, but
repeatedly
I kissed you in passion of
a meeting
A destiny across a
thousand dreams
Across eternity and back
And I kissed you in
the cold night air
Repeatedly
Our dreams consumed in
the grip of destiny
Lovers engulfed in
mindless pursuit of love
I kissed you for hours
in the coldness of night
Uncaring, needing and
loving you
A love beyond imagination
Of countless choruses of
angels
In a black misty night
Uncaring
And I kissed you as
never before
Meeting again this way
I kissed you with a
passion that grew
from a myriad memories
Of endless dreams of loving
Endlessly
5
Just as the moon shines in the night,
Exquisite your eyes gleam so bright;
Sunlight pours from your heart and warms your soul,
Soft to the touch, yet precious as gold;
In these words I explain my insight of you,
A feeling so right and a heart so true;
Clear as crystal, night melts to the sea;
All that's left is you standing with me...
6
My heart soars for you,
like a plane gliding
above the milky white clouds.
My mind races with thoughts of you and I,
like a horse running
with the speed of the winds.
My heart pounds when we touch,
like the sound of thunder
in the far distance.
My body trembles when you touch me,
like that of a small child
awed by what they see.
My soul opens up to you,
like a rose bud as its beauty unfolds
and bares its soft petals to the world.
My eyes sparkle when I gaze upon you,
like morning sunlight grazing upon a spider web
covered with droplets of dew.
My nose tingles when I breathe the scent of you,
like the fresh smell after a rainshower
in the forest.
7
Sometimes I condemn this pretentious world
That surrounds me...
Occupied with restrictions
Created by guardians
In efforts to guide their descendants
To a superior path,
But often this path proves to be ineffectual
Void of common sense and reason
Rather, exclusively devout to religion
Similar to the theology of the early Renaissance
Something which I minutely understand
And yet don't care to understand.
I choose to break loose of these absurdities
And voice my opinion
For my eternal love.
8
I hope this brings a smile to your face,
With the warm remembrance of my embrace.
I lie awake thinking of your touch,
I hope I am missed as much.
Soon I will hold your body close to mine,
And see what kind of ecstasy we can find.
looks like a forbidden waterfall,
so exquisite yet so powerful.
The soft flowing beauty
can shape hearts with its desire
and over many years
can smooth the rough surface of the rocks.
Silken is its touch
with a lash of fire at its tips.
Taking on the night with its radiance
The power held by your heart
can divert the sun to its wishes.
Your heart feeds my life,
and my life is for you.
At the bottom of the waterfall
is the misty whiteness of your pale skin.
The violet cascade from the power of your hair
causes your skin to shimmer and ripple,
drying only with the touch of my hand.
And the water flowing
from the freedom of your beauty
is the love i have
for you.
2
I can feel your wide-eyed wonder piercing right through me
I sense you?re asking yourself all the usual questions
But you?re really not ready or even willing to answer
In a world that has such little respect for dignity and trust
I already know that deep down inside you?ve come to a place
where you do what you must
You?ve come to believe in some men
It?s the actions of others you don?t trust
Yes, and even to survive in a world
were you often find yourself hiding from love
all you ever really asked for was to feel a little trust
Fancy words and pretty speeches are not worthy of your heart
And although many have tried, and only a few have even come close
in a true measure of things, I know that I?m closer than most
These are just a few things I ponder when I look into your eyes
3
What is it I see in you?
Is it you or just an image.
Take a picture of your soul and send it to me
and it would be... Sheer poetry.
I see depth in you
and mirrors in your eyes reflect poetry.
And your words form
that speak to my heart.
I can't seem to get you out of my head.
You speak to me with sheer poetry
And you make me feel like no one ever has.
You have me whether I know why or not.
Your Love is... Sheer Poetry.
4
And I kissed you in the
darkness of a daydream
Among the thick mists of
a foggy night's greeting
Not once, not twice, but
repeatedly
I kissed you in passion of
a meeting
A destiny across a
thousand dreams
Across eternity and back
And I kissed you in
the cold night air
Repeatedly
Our dreams consumed in
the grip of destiny
Lovers engulfed in
mindless pursuit of love
I kissed you for hours
in the coldness of night
Uncaring, needing and
loving you
A love beyond imagination
Of countless choruses of
angels
In a black misty night
Uncaring
And I kissed you as
never before
Meeting again this way
I kissed you with a
passion that grew
from a myriad memories
Of endless dreams of loving
Endlessly
5
Just as the moon shines in the night,
Exquisite your eyes gleam so bright;
Sunlight pours from your heart and warms your soul,
Soft to the touch, yet precious as gold;
In these words I explain my insight of you,
A feeling so right and a heart so true;
Clear as crystal, night melts to the sea;
All that's left is you standing with me...
6
My heart soars for you,
like a plane gliding
above the milky white clouds.
My mind races with thoughts of you and I,
like a horse running
with the speed of the winds.
My heart pounds when we touch,
like the sound of thunder
in the far distance.
My body trembles when you touch me,
like that of a small child
awed by what they see.
My soul opens up to you,
like a rose bud as its beauty unfolds
and bares its soft petals to the world.
My eyes sparkle when I gaze upon you,
like morning sunlight grazing upon a spider web
covered with droplets of dew.
My nose tingles when I breathe the scent of you,
like the fresh smell after a rainshower
in the forest.
7
Sometimes I condemn this pretentious world
That surrounds me...
Occupied with restrictions
Created by guardians
In efforts to guide their descendants
To a superior path,
But often this path proves to be ineffectual
Void of common sense and reason
Rather, exclusively devout to religion
Similar to the theology of the early Renaissance
Something which I minutely understand
And yet don't care to understand.
I choose to break loose of these absurdities
And voice my opinion
For my eternal love.
8
I hope this brings a smile to your face,
With the warm remembrance of my embrace.
I lie awake thinking of your touch,
I hope I am missed as much.
Soon I will hold your body close to mine,
And see what kind of ecstasy we can find.
POETRY: OUR SOULS ARE CONNECTED
Your Essence surrounds me.
It flows through the wires.
Loving words greet me
And fuel my desires.
The sound of your voice,
The love in your words
Makes my heart rejoice
With love songs unheard.
Your Essence is with me
Day in and day out.
Our souls are connected
Of that there is no doubt
Who led us to meet?
What fate was the guide?
If it was a higher power,
My faith will abide.
Your Essence is welcomed
Into my life.
You've given me reason
To forget the strife
Of every day living
Of problems unsolved.
Now I live for giving
You all of my love.
It flows through the wires.
Loving words greet me
And fuel my desires.
The sound of your voice,
The love in your words
Makes my heart rejoice
With love songs unheard.
Your Essence is with me
Day in and day out.
Our souls are connected
Of that there is no doubt
Who led us to meet?
What fate was the guide?
If it was a higher power,
My faith will abide.
Your Essence is welcomed
Into my life.
You've given me reason
To forget the strife
Of every day living
Of problems unsolved.
Now I live for giving
You all of my love.
POETRY: TOUCHING
If I offer you this precious heart
Would you be willing to pay its price?
If I decide to give you my soul
Would you accept it with pride?
If I lay down my life before you
Would you keep it or let it slip...
If I tell you how I feel
Would you vow to make a change?
If I ask you to walk a mile...
Would you be bold to take a step?
If I beg you to lie for me
Would you pass this litmus test of love?
PART II
Her laughter quiets angel-song,
Her flashing eyes of sky,
Unto herself does she belong,
But to own her, men still try.
To know her is to know true despair,
With little hope of finding,
The way to her heart?s lost lair,
Or the key to its secret binding.
But search I must, however unwise,
For to cease would guarantee,
The loss of heaven?s greatest prize,
And the forfeiture of its destiny.
PART III
Love is a frivolous game
Of sweet kisses and
dangerous delights
Of heightened senses
and blissful thoughts
Love is such a play
Of tenderness and
passion
In the lives
of so many-
An elusive quest
Love is a tragedy, too
Of disregard for-
commonsense
Of reckless abandon
And lost reality
But love, in all
Is the game of life
Of fully living
The theme of
intimacy
Touching the fibers
of existence
Of pain and-
pleasure
For life
without love's
assurance is-
death
Would you be willing to pay its price?
If I decide to give you my soul
Would you accept it with pride?
If I lay down my life before you
Would you keep it or let it slip...
If I tell you how I feel
Would you vow to make a change?
If I ask you to walk a mile...
Would you be bold to take a step?
If I beg you to lie for me
Would you pass this litmus test of love?
PART II
Her laughter quiets angel-song,
Her flashing eyes of sky,
Unto herself does she belong,
But to own her, men still try.
To know her is to know true despair,
With little hope of finding,
The way to her heart?s lost lair,
Or the key to its secret binding.
But search I must, however unwise,
For to cease would guarantee,
The loss of heaven?s greatest prize,
And the forfeiture of its destiny.
PART III
Love is a frivolous game
Of sweet kisses and
dangerous delights
Of heightened senses
and blissful thoughts
Love is such a play
Of tenderness and
passion
In the lives
of so many-
An elusive quest
Love is a tragedy, too
Of disregard for-
commonsense
Of reckless abandon
And lost reality
But love, in all
Is the game of life
Of fully living
The theme of
intimacy
Touching the fibers
of existence
Of pain and-
pleasure
For life
without love's
assurance is-
death
JOURNAL: I WANT TO BE A DAD
I want a baby...I want to be a Dad.
Part of me is so scared of being totally responsible for another human being. What if the child turns out be a crack head or serial killer! What if I am not a good parent, what if I can’t afford everything the child needs, what if I work too much? how can I manage that with a new born? Can I really afford a child……what about daycare, isn’t that expensive?
Then I think, a baby would bring so much joy in your life. It would make a house a home. I could really leave my finger print on the life of child. My life would become much broader and my heart will experience a love like no other. These thoughts make me excited.
But then the negative thoughts come up. You are too busy for a baby, you barely have time to sleep now, you don’t make enough money for a baby.
I want to be a father....i do.
Part of me is so scared of being totally responsible for another human being. What if the child turns out be a crack head or serial killer! What if I am not a good parent, what if I can’t afford everything the child needs, what if I work too much? how can I manage that with a new born? Can I really afford a child……what about daycare, isn’t that expensive?
Then I think, a baby would bring so much joy in your life. It would make a house a home. I could really leave my finger print on the life of child. My life would become much broader and my heart will experience a love like no other. These thoughts make me excited.
But then the negative thoughts come up. You are too busy for a baby, you barely have time to sleep now, you don’t make enough money for a baby.
I want to be a father....i do.
STORY ABOUT KINDNESS
A wise woman who was traveling in the mountains found a precious stone in a stream. The next day she met another traveler who was hungry, and the wise woman opened her bag to share her food. The hungry traveler saw the precious stone and asked the woman to give it to him. She did so without hesitation. The traveler left, rejoicing in his good fortune. He knew the stone was worth enough to give him security for a lifetime. But a few days later he came back to return the stone to the wise woman. "I've been thinking," he said, "I know how valuable the stone is, but I give it back in the hope that you can give me something even more precious. Give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me the stone." - Author Unknown
POETRY: WITH A LOOK SHE CAPTURES ME
As I am lying here
in the quiet of the night,
I cannot help think of everything
that makes up my life.
And you just happen to be
one of the most precious things.
It has been so long since I have seen you,
since I have heard you talk,
since I have felt your hands on me.
I keep asking myself:
"Why do I still like you so much
after all this time?"
I mean, we are a world apart...
But out here in the quiet of the night,
everything is coming back to me.
Like it was yesterday and
not months and months ago
I can see you so clearly in my mind.
Your 'always so perfect' hair...
your dark brown eyes...
your soft, full lips...
that I wanted so badly to kiss.
You seem so real in my mind
yet, you are so far...
like a distant star
I am wishing on tonight.
It has been so long since I have seen you
Yet my feelings for you are so strong.
Even time could not change them (yet).
Even now, just thinking about you
I get that same old feeling.
That feeling I have had,
so much trouble getting used to
an urge to hug you and kiss you passionately.
Yet I cannot.
We are so far apart...
Distance makes people forget each other;
Will you forget me?
I know you will always be in my heart.
And I know that for a fact,
because I just realized
I love you.
There is only one question
I want so badly to know the answer to.
And that question is:
"Do you love me, too?"
PART II
I once had a dream of a beautiful girl
She was wearing a beautiful white dress
A dress unlike any other
It had small tiny diamonds all over it
Only for the prettiest queen it will be fit
I remember looking at her placing my hand on my heart
An image of absolute beauty was what she was
She looked at me and laughed while pointing to my heart
I realized then and there that her standards were just too high
But I was wrong- what she really meant was that I was too shy
Unable to approach her in my dream or in real life
When I woke up from that dream I realized who she was
She was the girl who I really wanted all through my life
Although out of fear of rejection I never approached her
She laughed at me in my dream to show me that she also cared
Waiting for me, wanting me to be part of her life forever
PART III
With a look she captures me,
Eyes intense and fiery,
And then a sudden awakening,
Of what my world was blind to see
How could a beauty so refined,
Be kept at bay for such a time,
Charm and grace artfully combined
Oh, what pleasure to make her mine
But no, her heart longs to be free
And dance around society
No chains or weight just melody
An angel of chance and uncertainty
This heart that's free will travel far
And hitch her wagon to a star
Proving divinely avatar
Rips through the scene but leaves no scar
To view art by beauty such as this
The yearning soul it must confess
The heart that's free it fights to posess
And lock it away in secure darkness
But why capture this heart so young in age?
Before it's chance to walk the stage
Draw in, relish the audience praise
And make the suitors wait for days
I wish your heart to be free 'till it tires so
And settles in the arms of a lucky fellow
I wish you strength and for your wings to grow
Explore everywhere you wish to go
in the quiet of the night,
I cannot help think of everything
that makes up my life.
And you just happen to be
one of the most precious things.
It has been so long since I have seen you,
since I have heard you talk,
since I have felt your hands on me.
I keep asking myself:
"Why do I still like you so much
after all this time?"
I mean, we are a world apart...
But out here in the quiet of the night,
everything is coming back to me.
Like it was yesterday and
not months and months ago
I can see you so clearly in my mind.
Your 'always so perfect' hair...
your dark brown eyes...
your soft, full lips...
that I wanted so badly to kiss.
You seem so real in my mind
yet, you are so far...
like a distant star
I am wishing on tonight.
It has been so long since I have seen you
Yet my feelings for you are so strong.
Even time could not change them (yet).
Even now, just thinking about you
I get that same old feeling.
That feeling I have had,
so much trouble getting used to
an urge to hug you and kiss you passionately.
Yet I cannot.
We are so far apart...
Distance makes people forget each other;
Will you forget me?
I know you will always be in my heart.
And I know that for a fact,
because I just realized
I love you.
There is only one question
I want so badly to know the answer to.
And that question is:
"Do you love me, too?"
PART II
I once had a dream of a beautiful girl
She was wearing a beautiful white dress
A dress unlike any other
It had small tiny diamonds all over it
Only for the prettiest queen it will be fit
I remember looking at her placing my hand on my heart
An image of absolute beauty was what she was
She looked at me and laughed while pointing to my heart
I realized then and there that her standards were just too high
But I was wrong- what she really meant was that I was too shy
Unable to approach her in my dream or in real life
When I woke up from that dream I realized who she was
She was the girl who I really wanted all through my life
Although out of fear of rejection I never approached her
She laughed at me in my dream to show me that she also cared
Waiting for me, wanting me to be part of her life forever
PART III
With a look she captures me,
Eyes intense and fiery,
And then a sudden awakening,
Of what my world was blind to see
How could a beauty so refined,
Be kept at bay for such a time,
Charm and grace artfully combined
Oh, what pleasure to make her mine
But no, her heart longs to be free
And dance around society
No chains or weight just melody
An angel of chance and uncertainty
This heart that's free will travel far
And hitch her wagon to a star
Proving divinely avatar
Rips through the scene but leaves no scar
To view art by beauty such as this
The yearning soul it must confess
The heart that's free it fights to posess
And lock it away in secure darkness
But why capture this heart so young in age?
Before it's chance to walk the stage
Draw in, relish the audience praise
And make the suitors wait for days
I wish your heart to be free 'till it tires so
And settles in the arms of a lucky fellow
I wish you strength and for your wings to grow
Explore everywhere you wish to go
LOVE: WHEN A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN WANTS YOU
When a beautiful woman wants you...it like you matter. When you have been rejected as a child...you begin to believe your life doesn't matter. Life is about love and marriage and kids. Oprah talk about validation and she was right. A woman's pussy is like nothing else. When you are inside it.....it like being home.
STORY:SATURDAY WOULD PASS INTO SUNDAY
The perfect day….hummmm….it would have to be either spring or fall when the nights are cool and the days warm….I think it would begin when I was aroused from a sound sleep and glancing down I find My morning erection is being tended to by a set of tender hands and a warm mouth….I would allow her to feed until she was rewarded with My creamy gift….after that it would be a shower and I would be off to the golf course relaxed and ready….on the drive back home it would begin to rain…one of those warm rains with the thunder way off in the distance…I would find My pet waiting on the deck by the pool in nothing but a light sheer robe and with a drink in her hand…now, there in the rain it would be My turn to dine…and it would be her flesh I feasted upon as we were bathed in the rain…she would scream with delight as My mouth took her and when she begged for release I would allow it again and again…a quick nap and she and I would be off…dining, maybe dancing at a club where I would show her off to all there…it would be clear to all who she belonged to and her attention and devotion would be displayed in her submission….on the drive back home the play would begin there in the car….it would build the desire and the yearning so that when Wwe arrived back home there would be no doubt what was going to happen…the play would be long and intense…there would be silk ropes, candles, blades, a crop, and flogger…then when both were exhausted she would be released from her bindings and sleep would overtake us…Saturday would pass into Sunday and in the morning there would be the start of another perfect day.
POETRY: I KNOW SURRENDER ALL RESISTANCE...ENVELOPS MY LOVE
It is a presence which no one sees
A silent breeze that flows through you
Where it comes from, you do not know
Where it is going, you will never know
Who will it flow through?
When will it stop?
Wait, when did it start?
You do not know their answers
And no one around you does, either
When you feel something flow through you
Do not ask these questions
Just stop and savor the moment
Of a silent breeze flowing through you
It may go away...
But will always manage to blow back your way
PART 2
As I survey the sunbeams that dance across the sea,
I close my eyes and see you walking next to me.
As I watch the white sweeping tide,
the churning emotion in my soul, I can no longer hide.
Because if you were with me on that moistened beach,
it is for your tender hand I would softly reach.
And as we would walk amidst the ocean's roar,
my heart would confess it is you I adore.
But unlike the water's edge which does ebb and flow,
my dream and hope would be for our love to always grow.
PART 3
The wild flame of your lovely eyes
has not still extinguished, my love, has not still extinguished!
In nights without stars, they glisten as two Venus'
in the immensity of the night, lighting my destiny
Although with the implacable passing of time,
the brightness of the fire of your lovely eyes,
it was tinged of sadness and the wild thing became fondness,
they still smile with sweetness, every time they meet with mine
My love, the wild fire of your pretty eyes,
they still warm my heartbroken being in the cold mornings
when the morning nostalgia rides hopelessly
looking for restless souls as mine.
My love, the wild fire of your beautiful eyes
a long time ago they found for chance
the hidden fire of my sad sad eyes
and they melted in love fire for an eternity.
The wild fire of your lovely eyes
has not still extinguished, my love, has not still extinguished!
PART 4
Your bright smile
A million pixels wide
Caught up
In your synaptic trap
I acquiesce
Mindful machinations, yes
Worn thin by your duplicity
Your fiery fingers
Trace hidden skid marks
On my naked soul
Incinerating my world.
With an impish grin
Your hidden agenda
Two fold, perhaps
Head long in pursuit
My defenses ebbed
To an all time low
I now surrender all resistence
Sadness, paramount
Envelops my soul
PART 5
Lying next to beauty with the moonlight on her skin
I was lost inside a lover as the walls were caving in
The moment that we started was the night I felt your kiss
We held on tight together, falling drunken through the mist
You swore our love was ancient, like the scrolls enduring time
Then ripped out all the pages where we suffer for these crimes
Your treasures laid before me, though we struggled for relief
I cherished every moment, of those nights I was your thief
It was nearly late September by the time my tongue confessed
I'd been haunted by a spirit that you never could possess
For what became thereafter, left my heart a raided tomb
And the emptiest of chambers in these walls still long for you
PART 6
I feel the cold winter wind upon my skin but still,
something warms me to my very soul.
I feel I am floating on a cloud amongst all the stars;
this cloud is made of silk, and stretches to blanket eternity.
Something magical must be holding me in this splendor.
I feel mesmerized by eyes that reach deep into my soul.
I cannot look away, for as I hold this vision
my soul flies to a place only felt by angels.
I feel I am drowning in an ocean with waves
crashing all around me. I do not panic
for the ocean becomes a place of peace,
a place of serenity. I know I must be dreaming,
all of these sensations I feel are impossible.
But then again, I have never known a love
as soft and warm as I feel when I am with you.
PART 7
When we make love, the world stops turning.
When we make love, I can feel your desire burning.
Our two bodies become one.
When we make love, we forget about the moon and we forget about the sun.
Our two bodies entangle like two vines.
Love is all we have on our minds.
Your heart beats fast as the pace goes from slow to fast.
We forget about our future and we forget about our past.
I can see the love in your eyes and I can feel the love in your heart.
Nothing can come between us. No one can keep us apart.
Our desire for each other is like a fire out of control.
I want your entire bsdy; I want your heart and your soul.
When we make love, the stars shine bright.
When we make love, we forget if its day or night.
I do not want this love to ever end.
You're my lover, my soul mate and my friend.
No other love could ever take your place.
When we make love I can feel the love and see the love in your face.
This love is real. This love is true.
And every night we make love, I thank God for you
A silent breeze that flows through you
Where it comes from, you do not know
Where it is going, you will never know
Who will it flow through?
When will it stop?
Wait, when did it start?
You do not know their answers
And no one around you does, either
When you feel something flow through you
Do not ask these questions
Just stop and savor the moment
Of a silent breeze flowing through you
It may go away...
But will always manage to blow back your way
PART 2
As I survey the sunbeams that dance across the sea,
I close my eyes and see you walking next to me.
As I watch the white sweeping tide,
the churning emotion in my soul, I can no longer hide.
Because if you were with me on that moistened beach,
it is for your tender hand I would softly reach.
And as we would walk amidst the ocean's roar,
my heart would confess it is you I adore.
But unlike the water's edge which does ebb and flow,
my dream and hope would be for our love to always grow.
PART 3
The wild flame of your lovely eyes
has not still extinguished, my love, has not still extinguished!
In nights without stars, they glisten as two Venus'
in the immensity of the night, lighting my destiny
Although with the implacable passing of time,
the brightness of the fire of your lovely eyes,
it was tinged of sadness and the wild thing became fondness,
they still smile with sweetness, every time they meet with mine
My love, the wild fire of your pretty eyes,
they still warm my heartbroken being in the cold mornings
when the morning nostalgia rides hopelessly
looking for restless souls as mine.
My love, the wild fire of your beautiful eyes
a long time ago they found for chance
the hidden fire of my sad sad eyes
and they melted in love fire for an eternity.
The wild fire of your lovely eyes
has not still extinguished, my love, has not still extinguished!
PART 4
Your bright smile
A million pixels wide
Caught up
In your synaptic trap
I acquiesce
Mindful machinations, yes
Worn thin by your duplicity
Your fiery fingers
Trace hidden skid marks
On my naked soul
Incinerating my world.
With an impish grin
Your hidden agenda
Two fold, perhaps
Head long in pursuit
My defenses ebbed
To an all time low
I now surrender all resistence
Sadness, paramount
Envelops my soul
PART 5
Lying next to beauty with the moonlight on her skin
I was lost inside a lover as the walls were caving in
The moment that we started was the night I felt your kiss
We held on tight together, falling drunken through the mist
You swore our love was ancient, like the scrolls enduring time
Then ripped out all the pages where we suffer for these crimes
Your treasures laid before me, though we struggled for relief
I cherished every moment, of those nights I was your thief
It was nearly late September by the time my tongue confessed
I'd been haunted by a spirit that you never could possess
For what became thereafter, left my heart a raided tomb
And the emptiest of chambers in these walls still long for you
PART 6
I feel the cold winter wind upon my skin but still,
something warms me to my very soul.
I feel I am floating on a cloud amongst all the stars;
this cloud is made of silk, and stretches to blanket eternity.
Something magical must be holding me in this splendor.
I feel mesmerized by eyes that reach deep into my soul.
I cannot look away, for as I hold this vision
my soul flies to a place only felt by angels.
I feel I am drowning in an ocean with waves
crashing all around me. I do not panic
for the ocean becomes a place of peace,
a place of serenity. I know I must be dreaming,
all of these sensations I feel are impossible.
But then again, I have never known a love
as soft and warm as I feel when I am with you.
PART 7
When we make love, the world stops turning.
When we make love, I can feel your desire burning.
Our two bodies become one.
When we make love, we forget about the moon and we forget about the sun.
Our two bodies entangle like two vines.
Love is all we have on our minds.
Your heart beats fast as the pace goes from slow to fast.
We forget about our future and we forget about our past.
I can see the love in your eyes and I can feel the love in your heart.
Nothing can come between us. No one can keep us apart.
Our desire for each other is like a fire out of control.
I want your entire bsdy; I want your heart and your soul.
When we make love, the stars shine bright.
When we make love, we forget if its day or night.
I do not want this love to ever end.
You're my lover, my soul mate and my friend.
No other love could ever take your place.
When we make love I can feel the love and see the love in your face.
This love is real. This love is true.
And every night we make love, I thank God for you
JOURNAL: SOMETIMES I FEEL MY LIFE IS POINTLESS
“Your outlook on life is a direct reflection on how much you like yourself.” ~ Lululemon
“My existence on this Earth is pointless.”
That thought crossed my mind every night before I fell asleep.
It had been several months since I graduated from high school and I had no idea what I was going to do with my life. My future plans were falling to pieces, and everyone around me kept telling me that I needed to start accomplishing things that I had not yet accomplished.
I was not where I thought I should be in life. Everyone had expectations that I hadn’t met. I became too focused on becoming a version of myself that everyone else wanted, and I constantly compared myself to other people who had already taken the dive into the next chapter of their life.
I was relentlessly questioned and judged for my slower progression in life, which convinced me that no one supported me or believed in me. I wondered why I even bothered to exist if I was getting nowhere and disappointing everyone. I began to blame everyone but myself for the state of misery I had fallen into.
My self-esteem began to suffer as the months went by. I felt inferior to everyone and it made me hate myself. I still did not know what I wanted to do with my life—and I was starting to not even care.
But several months and hundreds of needless self insults later, I decided to block out the negativity, both from myself and other people. I silenced the voice in my head that told me I wasn’t good enough and asked myself what would really make me happy.
I’ve always been very creative and expressive. I used to sing, act, and dance when I was younger. But my favorite thing has always been writing.
Some of the happiest moments in my life came from opportunities to express myself or put my heart and soul out for everyone to see. Every path I tried to take always led me back to writing.
I got to a point where I realized that I was only trying to pursue other paths because I thought that’s what other people would accept. I was afraid that if I let my imagination soar to all the different possibilities, people would tear me down or tell me to be “realistic.”
The bottom line is that I became paralyzed with this fear of not being accepted. I was afraid to be different or go my own way and pursue what truly made me happy. I put myself in a box.
One day, I decided that enough was enough. I spent an entire year of my life trying to be “realistic” and conform to the expectations of other people. I realized that you can’t please everyone anyway, so trying will definitely not lead to contentment.
Real happiness comes from being content with and proud of yourself.
I finally decided that I was going to devote my time to learning about writing and working on my writing skills. I am happy with that decision and I feel better about myself because I made it for me.
I have learned a few things about choosing the right path for yourself, focusing on what will make you happy. If you’ve been struggling to make that choice, I recommend:
Drop your worries.
Worry puts a burden on your mind, body, and spirit. They can keep you up all night if you let them. Find comfort in the fact that everything happens for a reason and everything will fall into place at the right time.
During my period of low self-esteem and extreme uncertainty, I relentlessly questioned every aspect of my life. I would go to bed frustrated and upset as I told myself I wasn’t good enough, and that I wished I was like everyone else my age.
By constantly bashing yourself and worrying about every single thing that happens to you, you’re missing out on happiness that you could’ve had all along.
Do not try to please or impress anyone but yourself.
The need to impress, please, and compare ourselves to other people all the time is one of the most common causes of self-loathing. As long as you’re trying to please other people and live up to their expectations, you will not be pleasing yourself.
What I’ve learned is that happiness does not come from pleasing other people. Happiness comes from feeling content with your own life and goals.
Embrace your unique qualities and talents.
Everyone is different. Figure out what you’re good at and what sets you apart from everyone else. Your mission is to create a reason for being here.
Believe in your path.
When you start to figure out what you want in life, there will be obstacles. Do not let anyone or anything discourage you from continuing on. Believe in yourself and believe in your decisions.
Stay positive and keep moving forward.
Take your time.
Life does not come with a rulebook or deadlines for accomplishing certain things. I used to always think that I needed to be at the same level as everyone else my age. Life is not a race or a contest.
Have faith in the fact that you are exactly where you need to be at this very moment in time and as long as you’re content, don’t let anyone convince you that you’re not where you need to be. You be the judge of what you want to change in your life and then do it for you.
Surround yourself with positivity.
Try to limit the amount of time you spend with people who nay-say, judge, or ridicule. Choose to completely surround yourself with positive, inspiring influences. You will feel much happier and better about yourself if you do.
Make a list of sayings or quotes that make you feel encouraged or inspired and keep it where you can see it each day. Try putting the list under your pillow or on your refrigerator door.
The most important thing to remember is that you are worth it, you can go another day, and you can be happy. Life will not throw you anything you cannot handle or overcome.
Once you start to accept and love yourself and your desired path, the smoke will clear and you will breathe easy again. Be kind to yourself and life will be a whole lot brighter.
“My existence on this Earth is pointless.”
That thought crossed my mind every night before I fell asleep.
It had been several months since I graduated from high school and I had no idea what I was going to do with my life. My future plans were falling to pieces, and everyone around me kept telling me that I needed to start accomplishing things that I had not yet accomplished.
I was not where I thought I should be in life. Everyone had expectations that I hadn’t met. I became too focused on becoming a version of myself that everyone else wanted, and I constantly compared myself to other people who had already taken the dive into the next chapter of their life.
I was relentlessly questioned and judged for my slower progression in life, which convinced me that no one supported me or believed in me. I wondered why I even bothered to exist if I was getting nowhere and disappointing everyone. I began to blame everyone but myself for the state of misery I had fallen into.
My self-esteem began to suffer as the months went by. I felt inferior to everyone and it made me hate myself. I still did not know what I wanted to do with my life—and I was starting to not even care.
But several months and hundreds of needless self insults later, I decided to block out the negativity, both from myself and other people. I silenced the voice in my head that told me I wasn’t good enough and asked myself what would really make me happy.
I’ve always been very creative and expressive. I used to sing, act, and dance when I was younger. But my favorite thing has always been writing.
Some of the happiest moments in my life came from opportunities to express myself or put my heart and soul out for everyone to see. Every path I tried to take always led me back to writing.
I got to a point where I realized that I was only trying to pursue other paths because I thought that’s what other people would accept. I was afraid that if I let my imagination soar to all the different possibilities, people would tear me down or tell me to be “realistic.”
The bottom line is that I became paralyzed with this fear of not being accepted. I was afraid to be different or go my own way and pursue what truly made me happy. I put myself in a box.
One day, I decided that enough was enough. I spent an entire year of my life trying to be “realistic” and conform to the expectations of other people. I realized that you can’t please everyone anyway, so trying will definitely not lead to contentment.
Real happiness comes from being content with and proud of yourself.
I finally decided that I was going to devote my time to learning about writing and working on my writing skills. I am happy with that decision and I feel better about myself because I made it for me.
I have learned a few things about choosing the right path for yourself, focusing on what will make you happy. If you’ve been struggling to make that choice, I recommend:
Drop your worries.
Worry puts a burden on your mind, body, and spirit. They can keep you up all night if you let them. Find comfort in the fact that everything happens for a reason and everything will fall into place at the right time.
During my period of low self-esteem and extreme uncertainty, I relentlessly questioned every aspect of my life. I would go to bed frustrated and upset as I told myself I wasn’t good enough, and that I wished I was like everyone else my age.
By constantly bashing yourself and worrying about every single thing that happens to you, you’re missing out on happiness that you could’ve had all along.
Do not try to please or impress anyone but yourself.
The need to impress, please, and compare ourselves to other people all the time is one of the most common causes of self-loathing. As long as you’re trying to please other people and live up to their expectations, you will not be pleasing yourself.
What I’ve learned is that happiness does not come from pleasing other people. Happiness comes from feeling content with your own life and goals.
Embrace your unique qualities and talents.
Everyone is different. Figure out what you’re good at and what sets you apart from everyone else. Your mission is to create a reason for being here.
Believe in your path.
When you start to figure out what you want in life, there will be obstacles. Do not let anyone or anything discourage you from continuing on. Believe in yourself and believe in your decisions.
Stay positive and keep moving forward.
Take your time.
Life does not come with a rulebook or deadlines for accomplishing certain things. I used to always think that I needed to be at the same level as everyone else my age. Life is not a race or a contest.
Have faith in the fact that you are exactly where you need to be at this very moment in time and as long as you’re content, don’t let anyone convince you that you’re not where you need to be. You be the judge of what you want to change in your life and then do it for you.
Surround yourself with positivity.
Try to limit the amount of time you spend with people who nay-say, judge, or ridicule. Choose to completely surround yourself with positive, inspiring influences. You will feel much happier and better about yourself if you do.
Make a list of sayings or quotes that make you feel encouraged or inspired and keep it where you can see it each day. Try putting the list under your pillow or on your refrigerator door.
The most important thing to remember is that you are worth it, you can go another day, and you can be happy. Life will not throw you anything you cannot handle or overcome.
Once you start to accept and love yourself and your desired path, the smoke will clear and you will breathe easy again. Be kind to yourself and life will be a whole lot brighter.
Friday, August 10, 2012
THOUGHTS: DON'T FEEL ALONE
Right now, there are people all over the world who are just like you. They’re lonely. They’re missing somebody. They’re in love with someone they probably shouldn’t be in love with. They have secrets you wouldn’t believe. They wish and they dream and they hope, and they look out the window whenever they’re in the car or on a bus or a train and they watch the people on the streets and wonder what they’ve been through. They wonder if there are people out there like them. They’re like you, and you could tell them everything and they would understand.
And right now, they’re sitting here reading these words, and I’m writing this for you so you don’t feel alone anymore.
And right now, they’re sitting here reading these words, and I’m writing this for you so you don’t feel alone anymore.
POETRY: YOU TOUCHED ME LAST NIGHT
Oh, kiss
You are lingering
Like the perfume of blossoms
On a summer evening
Lips so soft
And so sweet
Journey's end
When lovers meet
Pretty gleaming
Of eyes and smile
Senses reeling
All the while
Love is told
With a kiss
But none so great
Such as this
PART II
Does the wind need to blow
for its existence to show?
so is my love for you...
Silent, but all aglow.
Do we need to see the stars every night
to prove that they are still there?
So is my love for you...
Invisible, yet all bare.
Do we need to check whether the trees are green
or the sky still blue?
So is my love for you...
Colourful, just out of view.
Do we need to breathe
to confirm if we aren't in the grave?
So is my love for you...
Free to go, yet your slave.
Do we need to count the days
to know the existence of time?
So is my love for you...
Timeless, yet my misfortune,
for you... worth less than a dime
PART III
you touched me last night
and i felt it deep within,
as my heart skipped a beat,
my thoughts wandered thin.
till there was only you
; as far as i could see,
your blue eyes looking into mine,
it's where i wanted to be.
you touched me last night
not with your hand or your soft lips,
you touched me with your heart,
far better than any kiss
PART III
Sometimes at night you close your eyes and?
You dream of places far away.
You dream of goals unachieved.
Sometimes at night you close your eyes and...
You imagine things yet to be discovered.
You imagine flying through outer space.
Sometimes at night you close your eyes and...
You see yourself as a child again.
You see the time you?ve let pass you by.
Sometimes at night you close your eyes and...
You wish you could be on top of the world.
You wish you could sleep.
Sometimes at night I close my eyes and...
I dream of being wrapped up in your arms.
I imagine feeling your lips against mine.
I see you looking at me from across the room.
I wish you were lying here with me.
Sometimes at night I close my eyes and see only you.
PART VI
When we're alone, my love, just you and I -
As when we first played court in darkened lanes,
We talked together of each other's lives
And deeply gazed into those love filled eyes.
For now we've been together silver years,
The lines have deepened with the tolls of time,
Yet, I know that you'll be ever mine
Through times of happiness and times of tears.
Our fledglings now have flown our nest;
The time is ours to fill just as we feel ?
As once gain we find our lives alone,
Renew the deepest feelings not yet lost.
Make love to me with skillful, practiced zeal,
Then say to me, "My love is yours to own."
You are lingering
Like the perfume of blossoms
On a summer evening
Lips so soft
And so sweet
Journey's end
When lovers meet
Pretty gleaming
Of eyes and smile
Senses reeling
All the while
Love is told
With a kiss
But none so great
Such as this
PART II
Does the wind need to blow
for its existence to show?
so is my love for you...
Silent, but all aglow.
Do we need to see the stars every night
to prove that they are still there?
So is my love for you...
Invisible, yet all bare.
Do we need to check whether the trees are green
or the sky still blue?
So is my love for you...
Colourful, just out of view.
Do we need to breathe
to confirm if we aren't in the grave?
So is my love for you...
Free to go, yet your slave.
Do we need to count the days
to know the existence of time?
So is my love for you...
Timeless, yet my misfortune,
for you... worth less than a dime
PART III
you touched me last night
and i felt it deep within,
as my heart skipped a beat,
my thoughts wandered thin.
till there was only you
; as far as i could see,
your blue eyes looking into mine,
it's where i wanted to be.
you touched me last night
not with your hand or your soft lips,
you touched me with your heart,
far better than any kiss
PART III
Sometimes at night you close your eyes and?
You dream of places far away.
You dream of goals unachieved.
Sometimes at night you close your eyes and...
You imagine things yet to be discovered.
You imagine flying through outer space.
Sometimes at night you close your eyes and...
You see yourself as a child again.
You see the time you?ve let pass you by.
Sometimes at night you close your eyes and...
You wish you could be on top of the world.
You wish you could sleep.
Sometimes at night I close my eyes and...
I dream of being wrapped up in your arms.
I imagine feeling your lips against mine.
I see you looking at me from across the room.
I wish you were lying here with me.
Sometimes at night I close my eyes and see only you.
PART VI
When we're alone, my love, just you and I -
As when we first played court in darkened lanes,
We talked together of each other's lives
And deeply gazed into those love filled eyes.
For now we've been together silver years,
The lines have deepened with the tolls of time,
Yet, I know that you'll be ever mine
Through times of happiness and times of tears.
Our fledglings now have flown our nest;
The time is ours to fill just as we feel ?
As once gain we find our lives alone,
Renew the deepest feelings not yet lost.
Make love to me with skillful, practiced zeal,
Then say to me, "My love is yours to own."
POETRY: I WOULD NEVER LOVE ANYONE BUT YOU
An island
in an ocean deep blue
White surf cascading
over crisp coral outcrops
Along an endless beach
of hot golden sands
With you in the heat
of a tropical day
Sultry eyes
of sapphire brilliance
Skin soft and pure,
provoking me
There we danced
the day away
Cooling our blistering feet
in the cool blue waters
Splashing in the sea,
in gleeful play
Dancing the time away
until the dusk,
dark night
In the cool breeze
of a simple fan
and dim lantern light,
delight
To the strains
of distant music
Lying
in the mellowing day
gone
In softness and passion
Caressing
the late hours away
In love
with the night's dark
Until dawn awakens
slowly
another day
in love's play
PART II
Is it because of your sensitive smile
or maybe your dancing eyes,
the way you express yourself,
perhaps your smooth skin?
It could be the air around you,
the honesty I feel,
the worries you share,
the questions you ask.
It could be all of these,
or none at all.
The emotions I feel, come from within.
Is it because we share the same sign,
or ever since I looked at you
I desired you to be mine?
Have you ever heard of a lost soul,
a feeling so uncontrolled?
Why is it when I think of you
I find myself on another planet,
suspended in air, lost at sea?
All of these feelings are combined inside me.
This is for you always
remember me
you are a symbol.
PART III
My lover held me in
her arms. Her arms
surrounded my body
with her love.
She asked me if I was
in love with her? "I
told her I would never
love anyone but you".
My love said, "I wouldn't
love anyone but you,
'cause you are the love,
lover of my life. You
are my heart and soul.
You are the Queen of
my heart, the love of
my soul, and you are
the faith of my spirit.
You are my first love,
you are the love of my
heart you will always and
forevermore, be my first
true love.
LOVER'S FOR ETERNITY
&
FOREVERMORE
PART IV
My love you is my heart and soul.
You are my air I breathe.
My heart skips a beat when I see you.
You are the earth I walk on underneath my feet.
You are my everything.
You are my beautiful queen of mine.
My love for you is stronger than my faith in myself.
No one or no thing can take you away from me.
My love you lives inside my heart and soul.
I can't stop thinking about you.
Till the moment I wake up.
Till the second I fall asleep.
You are my everything.
I can't and will not live without you, my love.
You will always be with me.
I will never forget you.
Even in death I will be with you.
For all the rest of time.
I can get lost in your beauty.
From you georgeous body, to your sparkling eyes.
From your long silky hair, to your smooth as silk skin.
You are my perfect breathtaking angel.
An angel sent from heaven to be with this more than lucky boy.
Everything about you is perfect.
Your compassion and gentle spirit is to die for.
My love you are my everything
And always will be for all the rest of time.
It kills me inside to be away from you, my love.
I can't live without being with you.
You are my irresistable angelic queen.
So live on beautiful queen of mine.
May you live in tranquility and harmony.
May you go through no more hardships
In your life than you have already gone though
in an ocean deep blue
White surf cascading
over crisp coral outcrops
Along an endless beach
of hot golden sands
With you in the heat
of a tropical day
Sultry eyes
of sapphire brilliance
Skin soft and pure,
provoking me
There we danced
the day away
Cooling our blistering feet
in the cool blue waters
Splashing in the sea,
in gleeful play
Dancing the time away
until the dusk,
dark night
In the cool breeze
of a simple fan
and dim lantern light,
delight
To the strains
of distant music
Lying
in the mellowing day
gone
In softness and passion
Caressing
the late hours away
In love
with the night's dark
Until dawn awakens
slowly
another day
in love's play
PART II
Is it because of your sensitive smile
or maybe your dancing eyes,
the way you express yourself,
perhaps your smooth skin?
It could be the air around you,
the honesty I feel,
the worries you share,
the questions you ask.
It could be all of these,
or none at all.
The emotions I feel, come from within.
Is it because we share the same sign,
or ever since I looked at you
I desired you to be mine?
Have you ever heard of a lost soul,
a feeling so uncontrolled?
Why is it when I think of you
I find myself on another planet,
suspended in air, lost at sea?
All of these feelings are combined inside me.
This is for you always
remember me
you are a symbol.
PART III
My lover held me in
her arms. Her arms
surrounded my body
with her love.
She asked me if I was
in love with her? "I
told her I would never
love anyone but you".
My love said, "I wouldn't
love anyone but you,
'cause you are the love,
lover of my life. You
are my heart and soul.
You are the Queen of
my heart, the love of
my soul, and you are
the faith of my spirit.
You are my first love,
you are the love of my
heart you will always and
forevermore, be my first
true love.
LOVER'S FOR ETERNITY
&
FOREVERMORE
PART IV
My love you is my heart and soul.
You are my air I breathe.
My heart skips a beat when I see you.
You are the earth I walk on underneath my feet.
You are my everything.
You are my beautiful queen of mine.
My love for you is stronger than my faith in myself.
No one or no thing can take you away from me.
My love you lives inside my heart and soul.
I can't stop thinking about you.
Till the moment I wake up.
Till the second I fall asleep.
You are my everything.
I can't and will not live without you, my love.
You will always be with me.
I will never forget you.
Even in death I will be with you.
For all the rest of time.
I can get lost in your beauty.
From you georgeous body, to your sparkling eyes.
From your long silky hair, to your smooth as silk skin.
You are my perfect breathtaking angel.
An angel sent from heaven to be with this more than lucky boy.
Everything about you is perfect.
Your compassion and gentle spirit is to die for.
My love you are my everything
And always will be for all the rest of time.
It kills me inside to be away from you, my love.
I can't live without being with you.
You are my irresistable angelic queen.
So live on beautiful queen of mine.
May you live in tranquility and harmony.
May you go through no more hardships
In your life than you have already gone though
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