Endlich wieder Sonne spüren,
und das Gras unter meinen Füßen fühlen.

Endlich wieder in der Luft,
wunderbar zarter Blumenduft.

Endlich wieder bunte Farben,
heilen meine Winternarben.

Endlich wieder warme Tage,
und nur eine Frage:

Endlich wieder mit dir sein,
hier im warmen Sonnenschein?

There's nothing more romantic
          in my eyes
        Than holding your hand
   And talking about our lives
          Because in my mind
The only thing better than the fantasy
        Is the intimacy I feel
  When it's just you and me
            *connecting

Starry night, over the
hills, I am mourning my youth,
watching comets fall.

You are like a dream, but you are reality, even though my memory of you is fading, slowly turning you in a dream.

Your hair is as black as the night, and I want to pull it like the grass of the meadows. I swam through the seven seas, but I will always drown in your eyes. But I must not be afraid. For your eyes also hold the stars, guiding me through the dark. Your skin so pale, it reminds me of the moon. Your lips so soft, but please graze my skin with them, make me feel a small death, so I know how it feels like when I really have to go one day.
Hold me, hug me, so that the pieces of me find back together. And then fill the dainty flaws with the gold of your love

When I see shooting stars or when the clock strikes 11:11, I wish for you, and only you. Because I can change the problems of the world with my own hands, but when it comes to my own problems, I need divine help.

If I add
tons of words
just to make me seem special
will I be special in your eyes?

Designer,
Photographer,
Model, Traveller,
and whatever.

Will
all these words
catch your eyes,
catch your ears,
make you recognize me?

Will this
facade
become a truth
one day?

If only
I can make
you believe in all
these pretty lies?

We are all made of stardust; and you are my favourite constellation.