I think love is what we need in the world.
We needed it so badly we created it. Then we fought over it. And we corrupted it. It even became a disease. Until we found it had a medicinal effect. It could heal.

Love seeps into the ground where we bury it. The decay leaves traces of it. So is love also in death? Love is powerful indeed.

If love can find its way in life and death, it must not be mortal like us. Perhaps we can call it Divine. It must be what we see when we look up to the sky.

That’s why we describe it in so many ways. It flows like the blood in our veins. And when we no longer have the strength in our heart, it becomes the soul of our own.

You're hard candy and
I've no clue what you have within


Is it a viscous, sweet-tasting fluid
That will seep, spilling all that you hide


Or will you break me before I ever
Reach your center
Are you hard to the core?

There is art
In your heart
Painting pictures
When I lay
My head down on your chest

There are songs in your eyes
Singing lullabies
When you hover
Pin me down
With your stare

There is a poem
On the tip
Of your tongue
I taste it
When I kiss you

You are tortured
Stereotyped
My jaded lover
I hear it
When you won't talk

Do you remember
The first day of the summer
Of the last year
It was a great pleasure.

Do you miss that night?
We were enjoying the moonlight
It was a lovely sight
And then everything was alright.

Have I fallen in love ever
In my unrest life?
I'll never forget you, never
Even in this stormy weather!

You are still summer rain
In my broken heart
Yeah, I cannot start
My day anymore, turn me back again!

I miss you so much, I love you forever
My heart is broken without you here
I care about you, my dear
Where are you, sweetie, where?