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 Jan 2015
Paula Lee
If I'd known the Journey
Would have been this long.
I never would have started
For I'm not that strong

You put mountains before me
Around every single turn,
I've crawled till I was weary
And every muscle burned

I walked with feet bloodied
On a path never true,
Never knowing which the way
To bring me back to you

I walked in rain so blinding
The sun never shone
Darkness my companion
Never felt so alone

Finally dawned the day
The horizen in sight,
After years of struggle
I could lay down the fight

The road was never meant to be
A way back to your heart,
I was meant to be alone
Right from the very start

Now I lay down this life
Strength finally found.
Enough to dig this grave for me
In Gods' forsaken ground
God Have Mercy On My Soul
 Jan 2015
Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

— The End —