If I penned a million poems,
Of feelings that are mine...
You promised to let go
in the absence of hope...
It was all said in the words we oftenly
shared and all those things in between...
Red is the symbol of love,
hearts burning with lust...
Maybe I was the ocean, come crashing in,
and you were the stream, undisturbed on a quiet...
Pretty
eyes of magic...
No, he is not a prince in full regalia,
riches falling at his boots...
Love is...
Waiting endlessly in front of the phone for a text...
Beneath the shadow of your wings
You protect me against storms...
First comes love.
Then suffering...
On it lies the breath of my being,
from kissing your fingers...
I want to know what it's
like to dance on the...