Thank you for the love that you give me
Thank you for all those beautiful smiles
Thank you for the soul that you share with me
Thank you for you said you are mine.
Thank you for all those passionate stares
Thank God I met you, my dear
Thank the heavens for you flew with me there
Thank you for tenderly caressing my hair.
Thank you for giving me incredible faith
Thank you for all the affection, you care
Thank you, I just don't know what to say
Thank you for you always add beauty to my day.

I am a dreamer
My imagination is tender and untouched
But if you dare interrupt my voyage
I'll crumble your bones with every single touch
and bellow like a ravaging bull
Yes.
Nothing much.

My soul is an ocean and you've dived into it deep
Ignoring no little thing you see
discovering all that I have deep down within me
You got me to realize the purpose of a mate
with whom one can share a soul as antique as that of mine
You swam deeper and deeper and deeper
until you've conquered the whole of me
This body was mine and now it is all yours
This soul was mine but now we share it , of course
Dear Savior, dear discoverer
I have loved you for a million years
and I shall do so for a million more.

Lilies, Blossoms, Roses, Dandelions
You made my barren heart a garden.
The fragrance, the pleasure, this feeling I can't measure
Give me a break, I beg your pardon.

The Rainbow, the sunset, Fog and Aurora
Delicate and tender, you painted my form.
The sight of all the work you've done
Made me strong, caused my heart to harden.

A snake, an eel, salamanders and reptiles
You sat there still and watched me slither on the floor.
You smiled and ****** my pain away
from my wounded heart and my naked soul.

Passion, Endurance, ***** Love
For a moment I stopped to stare into your eyes.
When I saw these three I have mentioned
I knew that you are my guardian in disguise.

I am just fourteen but my immortal soul is sea green
Old and antique like my grandfather's shattered canteen
Realistic like Déjà vu and alive like death and demean
It has grown tough and stubborn like wood covered with jade green.

In Poetry, nothing is a mistake
For a poetess, the paper is the strongest stake
Which allows her to sculpt her mind's hunger,
Ever-lasting, bittersweet and opaque.

In Poetry, no plot is a sin
You are free to voice your imprisoned thoughts
where, to your own little land of dreams and nostalgia,
You are the invincible king.

In Poetry, you discover all those astonishing things
which stranger eyes cannot see, they're blind
So you use them to build your halo and wings
with not a single competitor around you who clings.

In Poetry, you are a free human
where no one would ask you to work.
In your land, you work with imaginary crewmen
and their company will never cease you to smirk.