It flows in my veins,
such sweet ecstasy,
an intoxicating love.

So addictive I'm
a life-time user,
after just one hit.

I need it, crave it:
heart fuelled ardour,
those delirious doses.

You refine the ******
I maintain the habit.
You control the supply.

Me: the desperate
****** who’s in
love with you.

Tobias

Even if I feel alone
I'm not alone:
my love is close,
ever beside me.
Even when
I'm far away
She is here
next to me
sharing love.

Even when her eyes
are closed and she
dreams in her night
I am here in my way
holding her.
And even if
it looks like
we are apart,
we are never
separated.

Tobias

To feel cool wind in her hair,
sun warmth on her face under
endless blue cloudless skies.
Sweet sounds of harp music
heaven-sent to her ears.
A book of romantic poems
to read back to her lover.
A pen ***** in her hand
ink charged before a clean
blank page eager for filling.  

Sounds of a stream,
its tinkling melody
chasing a breeze,
through bent over trees.
A bed of scented Spring
grasses  beneath her.
The arms of the one
she loves around her...
...Petting. Eager, Teasing,
Pampering. Radiant. Ardent.
That is all she wants
from life today.
With only these desires,
She will be content,
even when dreaming,
for all of her days.

Tobias

Come, my love, we've no time to waste,
time is racing come make haste:
just enough time to get one more taste
of Eros’s draughts -  the Elixir of Heaven

Love in Autumn is no less sublime
than when Spring's first love sustains.
See the hourglass inverted - its time
to outrun those fast-falling grains

Love is calling from a distance,
Now she sheds her glorious veils
Lest she think we offer resistance,
Seize all the joy her voice entails.

Autumn's last buds will soon depart,
As frosty breezes nip at the vine;
let nothing fail to stir this eager heart –
come love, come song, come vintage wine.

Tobias

On a sound route map of the ‘70s,
his church-trained tenor voice
verging at times on falsetto
led  hordes of people to go on
holiday to Greece and Spain.
It was romantic, Mediterranean,
a perfect music background to sea,
“The morning sun”, ouzo and sangria.
Beverley, in the play  Abigail’s Party
voiced devotion to Demis Roussos
in her opinion: “He doesn’t sound fat.”
Kaftan-clad flowing black hair:
Demis was called “The Singing Tent”
Such poetry in song will last forever.  
Sing it again Demis.  

Tobias

“He had a superb voice. He was an
artist, a friend. I hope he is in a better world.”    
Nana Mouskouri.

Lyrics
Ever and ever, forever and ever you'll be the one
That shines in me like the morning sun
Ever and ever, forever and ever you'll be my spring
My rainbow's end and the song I sing
Take me far beyond imagination
You're my dream come true, my consolation
you'll be my dream
My symphony, my own lover's theme
(Ever and ever forever and ever) my destiny
Will follow you eternally
Take me far beyond imagination
You're my dream come true, my consolation
you'll be the one
That shines in me like the morning sun
(Ever and ever, forever and ever) my destiny
Will follow you eternally

Songwriters: Robert Constandinos / Stylianos Vlavianos

After the sun has set,
we two, as one bright
spark, ignite the stars.  
Wrapped in your arms.
Enfolded  with your love.
Entranced by your charms.
Dazzled by the stars above.
Moonlight filters down
into your eyes of brown.
Free of our night attire
we seek, we find entire,
in each all that we desire.

Loving, true and bright,
at sunrise, we  delight
as glowing Twin Flames,
in setting the dawn alight.

Tobias

Where does it go
that hour
when clocks
go back
or forward?

Does time stop
to welcome
Spring's return,
bidding the
Winter - farewell?

Or, pause
for  Summer's
lease to bring
in Autumn's
early eves?

No: sleep lost
or gained
holds secret
the time
and the hour.

Change as you
may the hands of
watch or clock:
the sundial shadow
falls unaltered.

TOBIAS