"It's time."
You say to yourself.
A hundred times a day.
To let go of something.
To begin something.
Isn't this the gist of life?
Isn't this all that that matters?
All it takes is one step.
One big courageous step.
Just one big courageous step at a time.

I remember when you were there for me,
Through my many years you helped me really see,
That you always are there for me,
You stood to me like a friend,
There for me until the end.

I will never forget the things you helped me through,
I saw my inspiration,
It is you,
You were there for me when I needed you,
I now will always have great memories of you.

You are someone I want to be like,
I found out who that person is,
That person is you,
I hope you remember through your days,
You have touched my heart in so many ways.

If we say goodbye to you,
We'll just fall apart
Because you have always been in our hearts,
We don't need to lose you,
You cared about us and we cared about you too.

I remember the day we first met you and you met me,
It was like it was really meant to be,
You are someone we hold close to our hearts,
There I know we will never be apart.

From the bottom of my heart.

Are you blind?
Can you not see?
That I am being hurt by thee

Are you deaf?
Can you not hear?
The screams that yell "my dear"

Are you mute?
Can you not speak?
Because all I see are walls of brick

Are you numb?
Can you not feel?                          
My love for you is real*

                                                          ­                              To you I long to show
                                                            ­         Your words that bleed and blow
                                                            ­                   I long to make you listen    
                                                      ­          To keep me in your arms of heaven
                                                          ­                             To you I wish to speak
                                                           ­         Of words of mine, not to be bleak
                                                           ­                           I long to make you feel
                                                            ­                            Love with all its thrill
                                                          ­                         Maybe then we'd be free
                                                            ­                   From our hearts' animosity

Love? Love is a hug
One of those comforting, never-want-to-let-go hugs.
It is curled up into a ball on the fire-side rug.

It is that act of pure kindness on a ******* day.
It is kooky. It is what I’m not. It is difficult to say.
It is spontaneous and fun, warm, wild and perfect –
But not perfect in an everything-is-good kind of way.

It is the perfect blend of up and down
That keeps the fire alive – without blowing it out.
It is a year-round heat that doesn’t create a drought.
It is your smile, which abolishes my frown.

It is a vibrant colour, a sweet taste, a warm and fuzzy feeling.
It brings meaning to life and makes life that extra bit appealing.

A life without love is like trees without the wind,
Like half a heart.
A wave that breaks before it reaches the shore,
A worthless work of art.
Love is the constant reigniting of a spark.

It is something you would give everything for.
The Ultimate Sacrifice.
And all for that swish of hair, a half-smile, the warmth of that fiery hug.
But that definition alone doesn’t suffice.

Love is that glorious, life-lingering kiss.
It is an eruption of goose bumps along my arms, and down my spine.
It is mythical, only for the movies it seemed, until now.
It is that overwhelming feeling of happiness that you’re mine.

It is patience and commitment.
It is the desertion of the irrelevant “seems important” things.
It is the feeling that allows one’s life to feel complete.
It is the feeling like I’m invincible, or have wings.

It is more poetic than a poem, more spellbinding than a song,
Like the sense of satisfaction after a feast.
It is a personal connection a lifetime long.
It’s the light that makes her beautiful when she’s at her least.

It is beautiful eyes. It is beautiful. It is you.
You who makes me feel like I am by the sea
With sand between my toes and the breeze cooling the sun.
Your voice is the ocean that soothes me.

Love is someone just as strange as I am
Someone who enjoys my strange and I enjoy theirs.
It is that burning feeling deep in my soul
That is present anytime you are not.
It is that feeling that somebody cares.

It is that feeling inside, the sudden urge, the sudden need
To stop everything and say adieu,
To climb to the top of the highest point in the world and scream
“I love you!”

There is a quote out there
somewhere
that sums up exactly
how i feel
i haven't read it yet
and so
am left with only
my own words.

if you could touch my skin
you would feel all i am within
and if your touch is real
you would feel all that i feel

if you look behind my eyes
you would see what i am inside
and if your sight is true
there's a chance for me and you