perhaps what brings you to me
is the moon's pull
of the ocean's waves:
you, my tides

i'll catch you
when you fall
and i'll hold on to you
when you rise

but this is only possible if
the earth, sun and moon--
our entire universe--
aligns for us

"I have to unlove you a little," the girl said as she put her pen down.
He replied: why would you ever?
"I have to save my love for you; I have to save it for future days."
He frowned. "It sounds like you're saying goodbye. As if one day your feelings for me will disappear because of having loved me too much this very moment."
She shook her head. "I don't think I'll ever stop loving you though, if I give you just small amounts of it everyday. But you, would you still be the same, even if I cut down on the amount I usually give per day?"
He understood where she was going. "As long as you give me love, even down to the tiniest drop of it, I'll still love you all the same. And when you run out of it and can give no more, that's when I'll refill you with all the love you have filled me up with after all this time."
"One can never really run out of love, can they? Give or take. It's still love."
"Love is love-- give or take, small or big; doesn't matter as long as it exists-- if it's you I'm loving."

Scatter the glitters
onto the velvet sky;
I'll pull it over me
like a blanket,
Kiss in patterns
of a soft good night;
Willingly,
I'll embrace it.
Knowing your hands
made it to keep me
warm and safe;
Dreaming of you,
the Night-Quilt Maker,
to whom, my love I gave.

You know that moment when you're in bed
Just after the sun has risen
And the softest of its light touches your face
And you smile a little because of its warmth
On your cold skin and bed sheets

You just want to embrace that warmth
and fall back to sleep,
fall all over again in love

That's how I felt
when I saw you first thing
in the morning

as much as i tried
to dream of the bad things,
i only dreamed of you,
which was good.

but then again,
maybe you were
actually bad.

"He always closes the door whenever he leaves the room."

That was one habit of his which I appreciated, knowing he was considerate enough. But I never knew I would come to detest it, or even regret loving it.

Until this morning.
He never returned.

i would think of jumping sheep
but it wouldn't help me fall asleep
or listen to and read classical scores
but they don't put me to bed anymore
even to take the strongest sleeping pills
the bad thoughts and worries it could ****

but i heard your voice
you talked as i closed my eyes
it excited me like the jumping sheep
it graced my ears like the classics
but most of all

it knocked me out in an instant

She loved him as if she rode on a carousel
the enchantment, the dream, the fleeting reality
of him sitting a distance from her.
No matter how much they moved,
she didn't know how to reach him
or to catch up with him.
Because once the ride ends
she has to grow up and leave,
stepping out into a world
where she's no longer the princess
and he's no longer her prince.
...
To have loved you and have left,
I will never be sure if the time will come
for me to love you again.
But I know the magic will be there
every time "I see you in the night sky
and hear your laughter in the stars"--
that I will always remember.
You don't have to be in front of me
and I don't have to see you
for us to know I love you.
Because "it is with the heart that is essential
but is invisible to the eye".
...
I love you, my prince.
And no matter how many moons are out there,
you're the first I have ventured to and admired from afar:
that make's you my moon.

we chased after each other
becoming dog-tired and yearning
to rest in each other's arms
i tried to reach out for him
my fingers almost touching his
but no matter how hard we try
we just can't seem to lock hands
i pushed at him and he did the same
i banged the wall, he called out my name
until our frustrations to hold each other
finally die down in our sleep
because he tells me i'm the light
and he's the shadow on the wall
and that is only how we can meet