Blissful mornings
Petals falling
Flowers singing 'hello'
And she's smiling
For the wind is playing with her hair
Teasing the blinds  
Sunlight enters again,
Greets her hopefully
And she gently kisses.
Bells sing out loud
But can't be heard
Once she stars singing
There's no voice around
And the song continues
Until the very dawn
And again she traps
The sunlight in her room
And she gently kisses.

Solitude
Embraces me
Devours my senses.
Love eats my hunger away.
All Beauty is in the darkness.
In the heart,
A wild beast rules.
While the withering soul cries,
Waiting for the true love
Waiting for the only one
Tears don't fall anymore.
It's heavenly but it's lonely.
Those cries are no more heard.
Shrieks have become inaudible
It's only silence that echoes
And only solitude embraces me,
It traces down my curves.
Dryness kisses my throat.
My lips meet the darkness where even
The darkness can't see me.
My hands are touched by the unwanted pain.
Hatred eats my happiness away.
It's all wild, all dark.
But it's only solitude that embraces me,
Devours my senses.

Lost, in the images.
She tried to remove her sins.
The better she tried, the worse it was getting.
The more she gave, the less she was getting.
In the fictions she read, it never happened so,
When beauty could meet beast,
When Ariel could marry the Prince,
Why couldn't she meet death...
Maybe  they weren't meant to be together
But who could love death as dearly as she could.
Darkness could not reciprocate her love
Maybe life and death never shared the same path,
Now who will explain this nincompoop life that death did not love her with all his heart.

I want them to read a story,
A story about something they've never heard before
It'll say " Once upon a time " ...
And they'll hear the piano's sing and the cuckoos dance,
They'll read it out loud
Spell every line on their fingertips
Every word will hold meaning
Even spaces in between will convey my messages.
It is not a fairytale I want them to read,
But rather a story they'll be forever lost inside.
The pages will turn but the pages won't end,
They'll cry, they'll laugh,
For every sentence will have my emotions carved.
They'll make paintings in their head of how colourful life seemed,
It will be the most bewitching canvas the world would see,
Then I'll leave a few pages for them to imagine the story now...
For my story will never end and my love will never die,
When they'll close the book they'll realise where the purest love hides.
This time " forever " will mean it,
And it will " always " be remembered.
As it will be my love story ,
Even if as tragedy, but our names will be together
And it will be remembered as the cards of destiny.

She would come
With the Whispers of the dark.
Would witness,
The flowers barking
And branches fighting
Would see,
The leaves of the maple
Laughing on my fears
Gossiping about my dream
They would steal hope
Every night from my soul
And I'd be left in the dark
But her hand
Full of warmth and love
Would caress my cheeks
And I , for she is too gentle
Would hold her tight
She then would make my
Nightmares turn into day dreams
She would turn black into rainbow
And make me taste ecstasy
For she is
My dream catcher