I'll tear my own ****  book
    if the next chapters of my life
don't have your name on it.

"Love" is the right word
for a man who tries to break all odds
in order to preserve the woman
  that made his reality
to a fantasy
he longed to grasp

I pray
  for that day
where my pillow
is no longer a substitute
for the other side of my bed
and only to wake up
with a dead arm
for holding you tightly.

To look you in the eyes
  and let it tell what my lips can't say
since it can't construct words when
it's busy kissing you

To hold you tight
     as I sway you under the city lights,
footsteps of people will be our beat
        and the moon
will be the audience.

Sit down
    have a drink or two
tell me that you love me
       as the flowers bloom

Just a little more
       we'll set sail to places we should've wandered
and
walk under the city lights til the sun decided to shine upon us.

Just a little more
        and we can build a home out of love's trust,
our hope for love will be it's strong foundation
                 and faith shall be it's roof over world's harshest weathers.

Just a little more
             and I get to kiss you in crowded places,
their gaze will not put out this burning love,
                  their whispers won't mean anything for us
and God's judgment shall be the only thing we'll obey.
  

Just a little more time
      just a little more........
and we can be family again my love

How long has it been
      my other half?
Time molded you more
     than God,
turning into something
        far beyond my reach.
As I walked through
The plains of Eden,
   in a search to find you,
only to discover a pen and paper
         for me to write about you.

Lucky is the man
  who has a woman
that kisses him
     in times his lips
           drenched in blood
for fighting over his fear
  and
as she felt the bruises on her tongue
          her soul knew
he was worth
     every lifetime.