To me love once was
A parade of all good things
A joyous and triumphant parade of having the liberty
To spend hours and hours just gazing into the eyes
That  seem to hold all the charms of the world
But today I feel that love
Is merely a pair of hands
Beautiful hands, mark my words
For anything and everything related to love
Will forever be coined as beautiful in my heart
A pair of hands that stretch us lovers to the epitome
And each day that final point
Travels just a bit farther
Until one day when we look back at where we were
It seems as if an endless road separates the two
But the weirdest part
Is that during this ceaseless stretching exercise
Our hearts find difficulty in comprehending
Whether we feel good about it or not
And in my heart I know
It is this middle emotion
That the world names as love

It’s a wonderful thing being alive
That feeling that accompanies unperturbed growth
That resonates with the sounds of the soul
The sounds we hear when we shut out everything but the one within
Sometimes I think I would like to sit on a mountain top
Just listening to that silencing sound
Letting its various tones and pitches seep through every pore of my flesh
Until at last it embeds itself deep within my heart strings
So that I may listen to it again someday when the nights are cold
And the skies are darks
And the familiar hand is not there to hold
On that day, I will hear the sounds again
Echoing with the knowledge of everything that is true
Pulsating with a reminder that life is worth living
Simply for the sake for its existence
For the sake of the reality it forces us to embrace
For the sake of the humanity it has created over the eons of time
And on that day
When feeling triumphs over logic and reason if but for a second
I will be okay
If but for a second.......

I think about the day it will end
The day I’ll wake up in the morning
And calling you won’t be the first thing on my mind
The day I’ll listen to some beloved melody
And your face
So well known that it could have been my own
Won’t be the dominating presence that I can’t ever leave behind
The day when I’ll dream of going to Venice
And you won’t be in the gondola holding my hand
The day I eat a Popsicle
And you won’t be there to see the stick hanging out
The day someone gives me a rose
And I won’t throw it back at them
The day I cry my heartstrings dry
And I won’t tell you
The day that I’ll be able to listen to love songs again
The day I will be able to look at humanity
And feel like it deserves to exist

She's writing at the wooden desk
Filling the page with her words
Pouring her heart out into the delicate crease
She writes about her love
That flowed from first sight
She writes of her sorrow
Her pain, the confusion
That never lingers far from her
After she met him
She writes of how she wants answers
To the numerous questions she has
She writes of her plea
To get what she thinks she deserves
She finishes writing
And seals it with a kiss
She walks towards the classroom door
Ready to deliver what she has penned
Without any thought of tomorrow
Without any thought
Of what might happen
Only thinking of the joy
She feels is not far away
I want to stop her
I want to pull her away from that cursed door
Make her sit down
And listen to my words
I want to tell her
That she has it all wrong
That she's making a big mistake
That he isn't the guy she thinks he is
I want to show her
What she will have to face next year
I want to make her feel the anguish
That will come only hours later
But I can do nothing but watch
That naive little girl
That I once lived in
The body I once possessed
But have now left behind forever
So I say
"Do your worst"
"Send your letter"
"Dream those dreams"
"That will never come true"
I have what it takes
To deal with what comes with it

I live in a world of many colors
Of many sounds
And many names
Where people seem to care
But turn out to be the same
I live in a world difficult to tame

I live in a world of pseudo equality
Where declarations are plentiful
But work remains unchanged
Where harsh words take but a second to say
But the impact lasts for many days
I live in a world confused and deranged

I live in a world plunged into darkness
Who boast of immense openness
But remain rigid as rocks
Where nuances are seen and heard with pretences of interest
But internally cast aside with scorn
I live in a world of trickery and false talk

I live in a world of schemes and conspiracies
Where happiness is transformed to hatred without a backward glance
Where creatures with human names
Lead lives devoid of love
I live in a world offering no second chances

I live in a world where only miracles can occur
Where brilliance blossoms desperately like the tired asphalt flowers
Where specks of gold reside among hearts carved out of iron
I live in a world moulting within the hour

I live in a world of imperfect delights
Where wields to satiate one's moaning stomach
Overpower pleas to fill one's grieving soul
Where cosmopolitan societies
Shape answer-seeking personalities
I live in a world, incomplete but whole

I live in a world triggered by cataclysm
Where earth-shaking catapults are inspired
By steadfast truth that still exists
Where the written word still provides more solace
Than any gruesome battle
I live in a world where happiness persists

I live in a world of humanity
Where blood flows rich with eternal adventure and free thought
Where life and death is but a transition
I live in a world of eternal love and change

Sometimes
When words of the flesh
Cease to prevent the sound of silence
From resonating in my soul
I dream of a cottage
A little cottage by the sea
With rose vines lingering on the walls
And a garden filled to the brim
With daffodils, tulips and daisies
With a little piano
Whose sweet strains
Fill many a winter’s night with unbound pleasure
I dream of days filled with footloose and fancy free frolicking
Exploring new places
Trying new things
Adding more snapshots to the memory shelf
Each day ending with the joy of falling asleep in each other’s arms
I dream of waking up to the sound of your heartbeat
The most significant sound in my world
I dream of hours spent curled up next to you
Simply listening to your voice
A voice more dear to me
Than any beloved melody
I dream of lingering smiles
Of walking down golden lanes
With the rain pouring down our faces
Of growing old together
Like the beautiful leaves
Of a Canadian autumn
I dream of never ever having to say good bye
Just you and me
In our cottage by the sea.....

Promises are just another fancy way to say “I love you”
Humanity tends to come up with things
When life isn’t the multicoloured something new every day affair
That we all want it to be
And promises are just one of them
When I say “I promise to love you forever”
It’s simply me saying
I’ll be around when you need me
When friends just can’t seem to be found
When the world seems like a dark and empty place
When I say “I promise to never make you cry”
It’s really just me saying
You mean the world to me
Your sorrow is something
That even my dreams just can’t seem to perceive
When I say “ I promise to hug you and kiss you every day”
It’s just me saying
When you are around me
I can’t keep my eyes and hands off you
When I say “I promise to go places
Like Venice
Or the tunnel of love
With you someday”
It’s only me saying
I wouldn’t even want to go to those places
Unless I was holding your hand
And when I say” I promise to let you go
With a smile on my face
If that is what you want”
It’s me saying
Your happiness is a hundred times more important than mine
So you see
Promises are not really that big of a deal
They just express the truth