And suddenly, all the songs were about you
And when a song starts playing my thoughts drift to you
As if every word sung and every chord strung was made for you and only you

Staring up at the ceiling
Bottling up this strange feeling
Twisting and turning in my bed
Thoughts of you running through my head
Wondering if I should confess
To lessen this immense distress
But alas, I decided it was better to hide,
How much I want you by my side

She woke up from her deep sleep
Finally back from a long trip
She looked around but found none
In panic she ran

But it seems that the road was endless
And she was alone and friendless
So she stopped and stood still
Thinking if this was real

That’s when she realized
She’s no longer paralyzed
There she goes, already up on her feet
All this is true, without deceit

She tries to remember,
What happened last December
Alas, she could not
Her thoughts jumbled in a knot

What was even the day?
Her mind hazy and grey
She remembers Christmas
And after that, the sickness

She tries to recall
Until she can finally remember all
The moment she took her last breath
And was taken by death.

"Beauty is pain" I said
"Then you must be in pain all the time" you mumbled

"Can I kiss you?"
I blinked, surprised by your question
"Yes. Yes of course"
And as you put your lips on mine,
It feels like the first time all over again

“I love you more,” he said with a grin,
“By a mile, by a lot, and I’m sure to win.”

She rolled her eyes, “Oh, that’s sweet,
But I love you more, can’t be beat.”

“No way,” he scoffed, “I love you most,
I even shared my garlic toast.”

“I love you more,” she said with flair,
“Like sunshine on a summer air.”

“I’d fight a lion just for you,”
He teased, “I’d win, that’s nothing new!”

“But I hold your hand when you’re half asleep,
And whisper ‘shhh’ when your dreams get deep.”

He chuckled, “And I press snooze every day,
Just to lie beside you and delay.”

Your name is as sweet as the flowers
If only heaven has visiting hours
Then perhaps this pain would hurt less
I miss you more than words can express

In your eyes, I find a world so vast,
In your touch, inspiration is amassed.
With you, my love, by my side,
Poetry flows like an endless tide.

So thank you, my dear, for being you,
For inspiring the words that ring true.
In your presence, my creativity thrives,
You're the spark that keeps my passion alive.

The moment you step into my sight,
The world tilts gently back to right.
My heart forgets the days we've lost—
The time, the ache, the distance crossed.

I run to you, like breath to flame,
And whisper softly just your name.
It trembles out like something new,
Though every part remembers you.

Your smile—unchanged, yet always more,
Unlocks a joy I've felt before.
Your touch, familiar, yet it sends
A thousand shivers to my ends.

And in your arms, I lose the years—
The waiting, longing, quiet tears.
No time can dull this spark we share,
No miles can drain the magic there.

So hold me close, and let it be
The first time, once again, for me.
For every time I see your face,
My heart finds home, its rightful place.

In the tapestry of life, where choices are spun,
Loving you, my dearest, was the brightest one.

With every heartbeat, with every breath,
Loving you brings joy beyond depth.

Through every trial, through every test,
Loving you, I feel truly blessed

So here I stand, with gratitude anew,
Loving you was the best thing I ever knew.

On a sunny day, he unveils
The wonderful stories and tales
With a wild imagination,
You can see his beautiful creation.

A dog-shaped cloud sometimes
Or even monkeys that climb
With your stories, I feel peaceful
My time is definitely spent on something blissful.

In the canvas of the sky, stories unfold,
As clouds drift by, their tales untold.
With a wild imagination, I watch them dance,
Creating adventures in a single glance.

A dragon's roar, a castle high,
In the fluffy clouds that paint the sky.
A ship sets sail on a sea of blue,
As the clouds whisper secrets known to few.

I see faces, animals, shapes so grand,
In the ever-changing sky, where dreams expand.
With each passing moment, a new story is born,
In the vast expanse of the heavens, adorned.

In the silence of the day, I listen close,
To the tales, the clouds and wind impose.
With a wild imagination, I let them guide,
As they paint pictures, far and wide.

So let the clouds weave their tales so free,
In the endless sky for all to see.
With my wild imagination, I'll soar and roam,
In the stories, the clouds call home.

I dreamed of you
And it was too good to be true.
You were smiling
And it was beguiling.

Like always, you wouldn’t talk.
You’ll just stare and walk.
But that’s okay,
Thanks for the visit anyway.

For now, watch us from above.
This is me sending some love.
Till we meet again,
In the safe heaven’s den.

Kissing you tastes like sunshine, pure and sweet,
A warmth that spreads from my head to feet.
Your lips, like rays of light, touch mine,
Igniting a fire, a sensation divine.

With each tender touch, I'm transported away,
To a world where only you and I may stay
With every whisper, every sigh,
Your love, a sunlit sky.

Your lips, a touch of summer's grace,
In your embrace, I find my place.
So let me bask in your embrace,
And feel the warmth upon my face,

When the night is heavy and silence stays,  
When the world feels distant in misty grays,  
Through every doubt, through lost and found,  
The answer is you, always around.  

In laughter that lingers, soft and true,  
In quiet moments, just us two,  
No matter the question, the twist, the maze,  
The answer is you, always, always.  

Through shifting tides and skies unsure,  
Through every trial we endure,  
Even when shadows dim the view,  
The answer is simple—it's always you.

Always have preferred darkness,
For it perfectly conceal the sadness.
Never did like the light,
It never hides the pain like the night

You went into labor, not knowing my name.
It was a shock to you when I came.
You thought I’d be a stillbirth,
Thought I’d slip out of you strangled and blue in this Earth.

Dad has to tell you over and over that you weren’t dreaming.
Your eyes, as always, will start gleaming.
You didn’t name me for nearly a week.
You didn’t hold me or even speak.

When I was four,
You said my name in a way I never heard before
Each syllable was hard as a steel ball,
As if reminding me that it’s the only name everyone should call

I disliked my name, hated it even
So sometimes I’ll tell people that I’m George or Steven.
They weren’t mine, but they were better.
Hearing this, your lips will always pursed and turn bitter.

You take it as a personal insult somehow.
I know by the way you wrinkle both of your eyebrow.
Is it bad that your daughter is a son?
You have to accept that nothing could be done.

A gentle touch, a tender brush,
Leaves my cheeks a rosy flush.
Simple gestures, so sweet and kind,
In your presence, I unwind.

Your fingertips upon my skin,
Ignite a warmth from deep within.
With every touch, my heart does soar,
In your embrace, I want for more.

In tending to your every need,
My heart is filled with joy indeed.
To see you smile, to ease your pain,
Brings me joy like summer rain.

So let me tend to you each day,
In every little thoughtful way.
For in your joy, I find my own,
In caring for you, my love is shown.

In the quiet of night, when stars softly gleam,
Thoughts of you dance like a wistful dream.
Your essence dances in my mind,
A symphony of intertwined.

In moments fleeting, and in hours long,
You're the lyrics to my song.
In laughter's echo, in tears' release,
You're the constant, the heart's peace.

For in the tapestry of time, you're woven deep,
In every memory, in every leap.
In every sunrise, in every fall,
You're the one I think of most of all.