you were the calm.
before my storm

   the storm in my eyes
             and the universe within

quit asking why
   the answers will come
               in due time.

The way you rapped me around your little finger
Twisted and twisted till I could untie myself no more.
Rocking and rolling my poor heart, letting it linger
Leaving it left so sore.
Yet this passion clutched me, hung from my every limb.
I would not leave you. As I knew you would not me.
The country moves of yours swaying, humming hymns
Every move so elegant, so classical, so free.
I could not grasp the way you did it,
Moved me from my deep burrowed Blues.
My hero in every form, like a candle lit
In a darkened, dusky room.
You will be my song, my tune, my being.
For you and I will breathe as one breathing.

11:11
He wished that the poor little kid gets food and all his needs.
11:11
He wished for that girl in the a street that she will no longer sell love to another man.
11:11
He wished that the old waiter gets treated good in his work.
11:11
He wished for the newly born girl in her mother's arms that her future will be good and happy.

....11:11
He wished for something he never ever felt before.
To feel loved.