Love's like oxygen
It does not have to be pure...
Lady Wind, through rustling leaves,
where she doth blow, they go...
What is love?
A strong feeling of fondness...
A crack on the ice,
Sliding is in sight...
(I dream, sir, of the routes of my childhood
of braiding my hair...
There is something that we share
A smile, a touch, a hug, a stare...
One more night falls delicately in the horizon..
And While others sleep I start rising...
Funny, isn’t it?
The questions I long to answer...
And tomorrow, should the Sun refuse to rise
in the darkness my heart will find the path...
Take your words and swallow them whole,
watch them fade, like your cold and bitter soul...
She is like the northern lights -
Fluidly extravagant amongst chaotic beauty...
She was a pristine rose plucked;
A vision in crimson from a sea of scarlet...