Love can often be
Like an unfinished painting...
Laying here,
Thinking about you...
Naheda, when your name falls soft upon the air,
A sudden stillness settles everywhere...
I walk past your house almost daily
No signs of life...
Iris in his Eye, a colorful scheme,
The hazel burst out into a rainbow-filled dream...
You told me you love me
But you need her...
Am I enough?
Can you help me understand...
In this Spanish night,
The healing music of love, like the wind...
Woke up at 6am this morning
dreaming that you were tucked in...
Me—
the meadow of the night...
The air is thick with violet hue,
A gentle hum where sunlight lies...
M.arvelous, treasure in my chest, love is a force...
A.ffectionate, a gentle force that conquers fears...