If she's my beauty
Then I'm her beast
This time this ones for keeps
While losers weep
She is always on my mind
I hardly sleep

But when I do
She is in my dreams

Uh, where did this girl come from?

I've never been this captivated

This has to be fate 

Cuz she's made me wait
But now that she's seen my patience

She wants to make complete relations

And I'm completely ready for this situation.

i wish i could go back in time;

so this could’ve been a different rhyme.

a rhyme in which i poured out less to you,

a rhyme in which i actually knew what to do.

instead, i sit here, left behind;

watching you fall in love with someone else’s mind.

i know i keep saying that im fine,

but, god, i wish i had a different rhyme.

Sleep escapes me tonight, I don't know why
      through my window at the trembling stars I gaze
      music as a sombre Schubertian sonata drifts
      from the distant mountain-- I drift into a daze--

      memory revives-- past love
      resurrects of its accord-- her face
      before me appears as in a strange dream
      how could I forget the first kiss's taste?

I cannot compose brilliant poems, sonnets, or verses,

and I cannot speak to you in Latin or Greek;

I cannot move you with any language made up by man.

Love is the only only language I could touch you with

If you only knew how much I could love you.

If you knew I love you;

If I were brave enough to tell you at all.

i am not a woman. but
my time in the shadows
has taught me
how best to love them.

yes, i have loved others
but my capacity
for loving women
is unmatchable.

years of denial,
turns to regret-
fueled yearning for
a love ‘unattainable’

until now.

what a gift it is
to love and be loved by
a woman.

i didn’t steal your sun
i stole your smile last night, when
my dreams kept you busy with dreaming, for a
faraway land,
where people grow smiles in the rain,
and love’s born from lotus mad,

now your smile shines on my lips,
is honey for the nordic bees,
uplifts my eyes into the clouds, my face
radiates fireworks,
everyone asks me “ what did you do?
you look so beautiful?”,
words are resting in silence,

i wish i could tell them,
i am only the thief who stole your smile, when
dreams of your night kept you busy with dreaming

of the slightest touch

from the right person
at the right time

when the mind empties
and the heart fills

and the body is energized
and the soul is resurrected