I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

Awed by her splendor
stars near the lovely
moon cover their own
bright faces
when she
is roundest and lights
earth with her silver

Although they are
only breath, words
which I command
are immortal

I have no complaint
prosperity that
the golden Muses
gave me was no
delusion: dead, I
won't be forgotten

It's Christmas time and romantically,
we're exchanging our I love you's.

You are my devil's hour thoughts,
you are my demon in my eyes.
My love of my life.

3:08
I'm waiting for your reply.

3:09
I wonder that you are sleeping.

3:10
You left me hanging,
with my thoughts over you.
That we will be forevermore.

I love you so much, my love.

I always cherished 11:11
Because it was a chance to wish for whatever I wanted.
Some days I would wish for new things,
Some days I would wish for a new life,
Some days I would wish that something would go right.
Whether my wish was fulfilled or not, I cannot remember.
But, what I do recall is that
There was magic in those numbers.
There was hope.
I would wish and wish everyday at the same time, hoping that one day my wish would come true.
And with you, it did.

On one particular day when I was at a low, I wished that someone would come along who would make me happy and never leave me.
I wished that I could have someone In my life to be there for me
And love me
With all they have.
I wished for a person who would be their true self around me and someone I could be completely myself around.
I wished for someone to come into my life that I could love with all I could possibly give.
I wished for someone who would complete me.
I wished for you.
I didn't know it was you in particular at the time, but I spoke my wish into existence and then you appeared shortly after.

Maybe we don't have to wish for Things at a certain time in the day.
Maybe we just have to speak what we wish for out loud for the earth to hear, and then set something into motion to help it come true

You have always been what I wished for at 11:11, because all my life I have wished for love and happiness.
And you are my wish come true.

m.h.