The saddness I have seen and felt in life
Could fill a library with tales of woe
But if I wrote down the ways in which
My love for you has made the world more beautiful
I would reach the end of the universe
After writing a poem on every star
And not be half way through writing the fairy tale of all the magic
I found in you

He was dying under
the moonlight of her smile
Dying to comfort her aches
Dying to relieve her pain
Dying to stop her tears
And he would use his last breath
to show her she was always
loved beautifully by his heart

If forever is just a fairy tale
dear heaven please let me not be real
let me be nothing more than words on a page
Ink below the skin
type in a book
paint on a canvas
If its all just a fairy tale
let me be the last
illustrated heart of love

She was the prayer that flowed through the pulse of his blood
She was the song he heard in the rhythm and beat of his heart
She was the thread that wove through the fabric of his dreams
She was the fire and warmth that danced wildly in his soul
She was his reason the world spun ans the sun rose and the moon and the stars shone
She was in everything he found beautiful

She wasn't the only pretty girl in the world
but to him she was the only one
whose smile curved up just right at the corners
whose laugh held an honest song in its heart
whose hair always smelled of the fresh scent of rain that only falls from a night of stormy dreams
whose eyes spun wildly with the true magic of perfect beauty
She may not be the only pretty girl in the world true
but to him she was the only one that made his world beautiful

I was so comfortable alone
and then came you
and now I cannot bare the silence between sleep and dreams
and it hurts more to imagine losing you that I have never held
than any one that has ever shared my bed
and it is not the want of lust
that pulls at me
or the need to have your love
all I find in these desperate moments
is the desire to give you
comforts to your aches
and reasons for your lips to smile
and hope to your heart
that it will love again
and I wish it could be me
to have that love
but I do not expect it to be
and even when I am not
I will still be yours

She had the sunset in her hand
and taught birds the dream of flight
and painted the patterns on every butterfly
and made the sounds of every hummingbirds wings
The scent of rain danced within
the dark strands of her hair
and lighting and thunder were
the echos left behind from her dreams
She was the grace of the birth of autumns leaves
And the beauty of the fading death of spring
She held the magic of summer in the fairytale
you can only find while being lost
under the gaze of her deep stare
And her heart was made from the secret fires
of winter that kept bones and coco warm
but never harmed the falling snow
She was the song that beat in your heart
before your lungs took their first breath
And she will be the last kiss pressed against your lips
as your life exhales its last
She is the single infinite thread laced and stitched
through ever falling star and flickering flame
and bloods pulse and soaring wing and lost feather
and broken soul and sorrowful heart
that connects one and all to love

Never trust an artist with a clean desk or a writer with a sober mind
You're not really a dancer if you don't smell a little somewhere and you're not an actor if your heart hasn't bleed on stage and you're not a musician if your just playing to pay the rent and we can tell the difference in the voice of your piano strings and drum skins all art has do be done from a deep maddening love that feels more like a sickness than a gift and give your all to love or don't waste anyone's time and don't get conned by a hallmark postage stamp worth of sentiment if its really love they will die to give you everything and come back from the dead knowing it would be a privilege to give you more because the true beauty of love lays in what is given freely without expectation of getting anything in return and the saddest thing you should know in this life is that the kinder and more beautiful you are the more often people will try to manipulate and take advantage of you so be cateful with your kindess and your beauty and your heartbreaks and though you can't always trust people you can always trust love

Bleed your colors into mine and drain your sorrows through the marrow of my soul and I'll show you the illusion of everything we thought was real and I'll hold your heart to heal its wounds but never steal what isn't mine and its not that you don't have anything that I want  because good god you do and I don't need to see what hides beneath your clothes because it is more about what I want to give and thats to comfort the pains of the naked soul you have exposed and I've had the same tears wash over me and lived inside the same misery of doubts and I've sat and slept in the darkness there and I'm there with you now and we can stay here or we can go out and I'll listen to anything you have to say or scream or cry or sit silently for hours or days or weeks or years and I'll drown with you if we can't stop your tears and be your saving breath and you can take everything from me and I'll find more to give and you will never be without my hand in reach whether you stay or take your mended wings and fly away

And it was the kindness of strangers that pushed the cold dead air from his lungs and if for only a moment his breath held life again

Her hair was the sky at sunset painted with colors only found  in heaven
Her eyes were made of the unspoken language of the dreams of stars
And the curves of her smile wrapped around the horizon of eternities road
Her skin was the fairy tale of every mans longing and desire
And herbeat was the song and the story of the perfect beauty of love

I've got my mothers eyes and my fathers heart
and I still can't see where all the love in the world has gone
and what have all the words cried up into the sky found above the clouds
Is there anybody there
that has their fathers heart
and mothers eyes
that can still see where
all the love in the world is hiding...

Don't give your heart to those
that who seek to tame its fire
or cage its wild wings
there is nothing beautiful
about perches behind wire bars
no matter how pretty the bird may be
The truth of beauty must
always be allowed to fly free
Let your heart fly above heavens clouds
and let its fire burn brighter than the sun
and I will never find
anything more beautiful than you

And its been so long since I've been able to drink and dance
That I almost forget about it at all
And then I drank your beauty in and I  danced and danced all night long
And I remembered how beautiful it was to fall in love

I'll be your mirror until you no longer need your reflection to know that you are beautiful

He sat under the stare of the full moon and counted the stars one by one and painted on each a wish for the name of the girl he knew he wanted to be brave enough to love and he folded his dreams into the wings of a raven and sewed them to his heart and set it free to chase and write an always and forever fairytale of how she smiled and laughed and made magic out ordinary things like the paper wrapper of a straw and he watched his heart as it flew up and up and up and circled the wide eyed moon and then fall back down to earth burning through the stratosphere in the secret colors only known to the maker of the poison found on the tip of Cupids arrows and he smiled a weak smile and held back a tear of joy and grief entwined and he hated himself momentarily for letting himself fall so suddenly and so quickly and then he remembered when he first saw her it felt as though all of his unanswered prayers of love danced within the blue eternity of her eyes and in that instance he was already being pulled into the dream of a perfect love only found in the deepest truth of the heart of madness and he quickly shyed away because that was his nature but to no avail for fate did cross there paths again and now he had only himself to blame for praying for such a love one last time in his life and she was the answer to those prayers made of human flaws and imperfections and she carried the beauty of all the countless stars  in her kind and gentle grace and the sweet perfume  of nirvana was weaved into the strands and colors of her hair and she was everything that could make his life beautiful and his death comfortable and if he could only give her the same he would but he feared he was tied and bound to be the tragedy of the tale his heart was chasing and writing as it soared up and burned down over and over again under the full stare of the moon and it would be worth the heartache and broken pieces if just for a little while he could make her smile and laugh and watch her make magic out of ordinary things like his foolish dreams

He was falling in love with her
in a way that he knew
meant he would love her
more and more ever day
until his end
and that in his end
his heart would burst from his chest
and rise up to the heavenly sky
as her always star to shine
where all could forever see
that she was
loves beautiful perfection

He wanted to place his heart
in the tender grace of her hands
and let it speak to her of how
and when and why it had fallen
for her completely and madly
and he wished he could place his dreams under the soft smooth porcelain skin
of her belly and let it fill
with tiny hands and tiny feet
and the innocent laughter of children
and it was all of her that he
found wonder and awe in
from the perfect curves of her smile
and the iridescent deep blue pools
of her eyes
to her insecurities and flaws
that he wanted to comfort her against
and show her how beautiful
they helped to make her to him
there was something more
than the perfection of love
he saw and felt beating
and radiating  from her heart
and all he wanted was
to spend the rest of his days
and months and years
finding new ways to make her smile
and laugh
and to hold her through the cruelty
and storms that are unavoidable in life
and he couldn't remember
what it felt like to have a broken heart when lost under her gaze
full of magics beautiful perfection
and all he needed was a moment
of courage to place his heart
in her hands
before her hands vanished
and all his dreams
and hopes where lost along with
the courage he never found

There was only the silence of words unspoken swimming in her tears and he understood every word as they hung like little black stars in the dark and as he pulled them down one by one to help ease her pain their sharp edges cut his fingers and through his bones and seeped into his soul and mixed with his own familiar aches and he knew he was falling alone and that in the end he would be only find disappointed and still all he could do was comfort her until the storm and darkness passed and she would find her hearts beauty again and be whole on her own and find her own ambitions and reason to smile and it would not be his fate for anything but to only be quietly in love and when her day to fly back into the world came he would then be surrounded by the silence of his words unspoken that swam in the tears she would never see him shed and he would still be falling and still be in love and would still find her his reason to dream and smile

She appeared flawless like a midnight ballet of dreams and he dreamt of her laughter felling the years ahead and he dreamt of the joy of children growing in her belly and the glow she would have those nine months and his heart ran wild and fast and it painted dream after endless dream of her beauty and spun tale after tale of her kindness and magic and he wondered how he loved anyone before and how could love ever be as perfect as he now felt it and it was all just a dream and a hope of things he never expected to happen or to come true and he didn't need any of them to because he had already done the most beautifully perfect thing he could do by falling impossibly and flawlessly and madly in love with her

Where the butterflies do roam my love will surely go
My heart forever young has yet to age
Though it lives within old bones covered by scared and weathered skin
And your hair is full of lightning violet dreams and all those pretty things
And though I could not breath or speak as you stood so close
I could hear a storm of butterflies beating within your chest
My lungs still filled with warmth that I only knew from love
And I would have looked away but that would not have changed my fate
For my heart had already left to fly among the wings circling your heart
and my love has gone to burn among where butterflies do roam

You are my floating hope of a last dream and the one bullet final shot at love or suicide
You are the perfect dream to save the last of my days and I'm just a dream away from dying
You are everything I've lost to love and every word I've prayed to find it once again
And in all the world of excuses and doubts and fears I cannot find one large enough to hide behind
And I find myself standing naked and exposed and the feeling that this isn't me but somehow this is the way I'm suppose to be
And maybe its all bad timing or simple coincidence or maybe it is my last rites of fate
And I don't know if I'm falling up or burning down and my hands tremble everytime my heart beats out your name and its not that I doubt the way I feel because its a feeling I know all too well and it comes from the burning flight of butterflies and the deep echo laughter of madmen wearing hats and its the crown on the head of the queen of the blind that leads fools to their last kingdom of paradise and love
And yet I can't help but feel to reveal the truth will only cause the suicide of love

All he wanted to do was write love letters in the sand and then send them out to sea where they would by carried by the waves and the tides and then have them float up into the night where the stars would read them to the soft spots of the pink ribbons tied around her dreams and he walked and wondered through the shores of eternity at the edge of where all the oceans end and only love stories held by the promise of forever are told and on every grain of sand he engraved her name and in the mist of the falling waves he could feel the wonder of her heart press and cling to the marrow of his soul and he felt the magic that lived in the deep blue pools of her eyes spread through his pulse and mix with his blood and he was helpless as it infected his every cell and his every dream and he was terrified and thrilled and he wanted to run and he wanted to stay even more and he saw the rest of his possible life in perfect clarity and she had stumbled into his life and rearranged the shattered pieces of his heart and made it into something more beautiful than it had ever been before and it looked and felt as if it had never been broken even once and there was no trace of its many scars and his heart had never beat and drum as loud as it did when dreaming of the love it wanted to share with her and he wished he could find the courage to write her a love letter made out of the sand and the sea and the magic of the shores found in the eternity of her eyes and take her by the hand and float her up to the night and the stars above where all the oceans end and then read her his letter inked by the promises of forever and then look up to see if she had stayed or if like a dream to good to be true would he wake up and watch her slowly fade away to the memory of lost hopes and he wandered through his doubts and fears and made a pen out of his dreams and began to write the letter begining with her name followed by the three words he first heard echoing in his heart the first night she stumbled into his life

Poets and painters and writers and dancers and those who have art fall from their dreams through their hands and into something real in this world fall a little faster and give a little more and feel a little deeper because they have the same love that is born in the heart of dreams of flawless magic and perfect wonder and they know the value of our human imperfections and the beauty hiding in our flaws and they love long past our failures and their broken hearts keep loving us even after our goodbyes and our cruelty and mistreatment and they do more than belive in magic but keep magic alive and spin more threads into its blanket that keep our lives warm and they give without asking for anything in return and they comfort our sorrows and find our hands to hold in the dark and they take out sad stories and turn tears into dreams and dreams into stars and place those stars in the sky and they show us that magic is something wonderfully real if all we do is belive and pull these thing from our dreams and into our hands and it is a mad cat wearing a hat that smiles and purrs from our hearts and it is the most simple and complex and most beautiful part of living that makes life worth it all in the end and its at the end of the colors of every paint brush and every drop of ink from a quil and in every note of a song and every rhythm and rhyme and every leap taken and every word spoken on a stage and like life art would have no meaning without it and it comes to us from the birth place of dreams and it is as real as forever if we all just belive and its really that easy which isn't easy at all but we must never stop trying when we have found and we have fallen and been lucky enough to found ourselves blessed with its presence and that is of course my kind friend the magic and wonder of love

Today wouldn't be the same without you... I wouldn't have woken up with a stupid smile on my face or a bunch of cheesy love songs competing for the spot to repeat themselves over and over again in my head and maybe I would have slept a little longer but I wouldn't have slept as well and I wouldn't look forward to the time passing through this day if it wasn't because I know you just exist and it's a little strange and a little weird but you have lifted the weight of life without doing anything at all but saying goodmorning or goodnight from time to time and you have opened doors and found the secret corners I usually keep hidden and out of anyones view and I'm usually more terrified when I start to feel or care this way but there's something in the air and kindness of your voice that makes me feel comfortable and safe and I can't explain any of it without turning to the belief of magic or fate or writing bad poetry and leaving it somewhere you might find to read and I've been torn between wanting to say nothing or too much but in the end the thing I want most is just to tell you life isn't always easy and it might not even get easier but it is going to be ok and there is more I want to say but I can wait and promise I won't go anywhere before this storm has passed and I'll be here long after too because life like today wouldn't be the same if I hadn't stumbled into the knowledge that you are out there and you exist and that has made the difference only magic could explain

It was a little strange and a little weird but he knew right away if he found out more than her name he would fall deeply and madly in love and he shyly sat and ordered something to eat and was happy enough to spend an hour with the magic and eternity that swirled and danced within the blue heaven of her eyes and he almost did but didn't ask for a little more of her time and he thought well that was that and wasn't it nice to almost fall in love with a beautiful young lady who walked with the grace and kindness of a dream and little did he knew at the time that he wasn't off the hook and that fate had more to say and do and she wasn't simple going to vanish like a well behaved dream and the months did pass as plain and boring as was the norm except for the small moments his heart remembered the tattoo on her arm and he regretted just a little that he didn't say or ask her anything at all and he sighed and remembered how nice the simplicity of that night had been and life passed again with brief moments of misery or boredom or nothing but plain old plain and he was happy enough to have what he had and it was a dull life but he enjoyed it and felt it was a good life and that when the time to go he would have a good death and he would die and that was that and he didn't need anything more... and then fate with its mischievous grin pulled a trip wire and he stumbled and fell and somewhere and somehow along the way down he found out more than her name and that's how he found out exactly what it felt like to fall in love with a dream who walked with kindness and grace of this beautiful young lady whose name his heart already knew

She moved into his heart without a word or a sound or a breath inbetween the moment their two hearts fell in sync and he fell in love with her before she could speak her name and time stopped and tattooed her image on the skin of his heart perfect in every detail from the blue heaven magic in her eyes and the soft pink clouds of dreams in every strand of her hair and every word of the perfect fairy tale told by the rhythm of her heart and it felt like crazy and madness and hatters and grinning cats and impossible and illogical all rolled into one and he found her beautiful and pretty and adorable and **** and cute and everything all at once and it wasn't from a desire to know the flavors of her kiss or to spend nights taking off her clothes or discovering what it would feel like if their two bodies tangled and entwined in lustful sin but it was in the way her smile had faultless curves and the kind and gentle wonder dancing softly in her eyes and the sound of music in the silence and the colors of her hair and it was the sudden desire to spend the rest of his life finding ways to make her laugh and to be there to catch her every tear and turn each one into a dream and to hold onto her through anytime life was just too much to bare and tell her it was all going to be ok and it was sudden and overwhelming and he no longer could take a breath without feeling his love for her grow more wild and uncontrolled and he knew he was giving into the madness only true love could ever possibly dream of and he knew he had no choice and he knew that if he never won her heart and she never felt the same it wouldn't change a thing and he would still want to spend his life giving his every heart beat to her name and the very soul of all his love to her if just from time to time he had the chance to do anything at all just to cause the flawless contours of her lips that let him know she felt true happiness in her heart and just that alone would be the story of the perfect life he would want to read as he spent his last moments on deaths bed and his heart smiled at the thought and the dream of something more or something less and he knew his life would never be the same before he even heard the last syllable of her name and as the last line and piece of color of her was stiched to the blood within his heart time took a deep breath and sighed and then moved again and eternity and forever burned into the moment to mark the last footsteps he had taken before he found the edge and jumped head first straight into the ridiculous and foolish heart of love