Love always begins as a game.

A shy glance.
A careful touch.
A bit of teasing.
Nothing half and nothing whole.

But then it gets serious. From one second to another. If one of them is to decide.

Then love is not a game anymore. You shouldn't miss the moment, when you should stop playing.

Otherwise both lose.

I love you.
I miss you.
My heart is bleeding.
Empty feeling inside.
Tears behind
a smile collide.
Dark clouds are
blinding my sight.
Ice cold wind
touches my skin.
The pain I feel within.
Still floating.
Silently hoping.
A voice across
the ocean.

Love is like driftwood
coming and going
with the tide

Love is a hurt animal
breaking the quiet
of the night

Love is like smoke
through a spiderweb
hard to hold onto

Love is pleasure, love is pain
like sunshine and rain.

She is an atlas
her eyes deepest
and darkest Africa

Unfolded I hold her
tracing the source
of her diamonds and gold

In search of the motherload.

Not every treasure is marked with an X.