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Hold me
close and
tuck me
Into bed
when I
am tired
and my
eyes are
heavy
with
sorrow,
heal
our
souls
as we
wrap
each
other
warm
In a blue
blanket
and watch
the rain,
drinking
tea and
lost in
falling
stars,
we are
all strangers
until we open
our hearts to
love, fated
silhouettes
become
one dream
come alive,
for you
are not
beside,
but rather
within
me
The
skies
whispered
to her,
“I wish
for someone
to feel the
warmth of
your presence,
the blessing
of your
existence
as you
hold hands
In softer
warmth,
I pray
the beauty
of your
delicate
heart
will be
protected,
for you
to forever
love books,
art and
symphonies,
I hope you
will always
keep your
head full
of dreams
as you
become
lost in the
clouds
and starry
nights,
I will write
poetry of
how he
will softly
kiss your
neck and
hold you
close,
and love
all of what
you cannot
see, the
petals
revealed
only to his
heart,
It's music
sings of
of everything
and all for
only one,
the wonder
of your
pretty
smile,
your
laugh
reminiscent
of tinkling
fairies
dancing
In the
night,
when
you will
go to sleep,
as you tuck
yourself
Into your
pillow, he
will kiss
your cheek
before you
sleep,
as you
close your
eyes,
and drift
Into the
stars,
where
you will
dance
In the
moonlight,
remember
to always
keep your
sense of
wonder,
and never
lose the
daydream
In your
eyes,
as you
make waves
in the foam of
your coffee
and see a
white balloon
floating in
the sea of
my clouds,
I know
you will
always
love visiting
those cafes,
and writing
In your
brown
leather
notebook,
seeing
the unfelt
beauty,
roaming
through
photos,
memories
and the
feeling
every
breath
you
share
with
him,
I wish for
you to
open
yourself,
I know,
you
struggle
to reveal
what
you hold
deep in your
heart, for it is
the ones
who struggle
to reveal their
words are
the ones
with the
deepest
emotions,
you were
once the
fractured
rose, with
petals heavy
with falling
tears,
veiled by
the blankets
of silken pain,
and how
beautifully
you revealed
your light
from the
darkness,
the greatest
suffering
allows the
coming of
spring,
your petals
will rise
to the moon
once more,
for you
are the
angelic
one,
the one
who is
worthy
of being
loved.”
beauty art love symphonies heart emotions light angelic one spring petals sky whisper gift existence clouds
Why can't we
dream forever?
no one will
hold back
our light,
our hearts
will glow
a love
greater
than tears,
forget who
you were
yesterday,
or what
Is beyond,
let us live
In each
other's
eyes for
now,
what the
world
shapes
of you
Is unreal,
only I
know
of the
reverie
bright
In your
eyes
when
your
heart
speaks
of what
the lips
cannot
create,
for some
moments
In life there
are no words,
only beauty,
where you
will find
truth,
In the
clarity of
this auroral
hour,
I see how
the existence
of you is
my gift,
In wander
within the
city, we find a
quiet place
to call
our own,
a small,
hidden
coffee
shop,
we are
deep in
conversation,
gently
opening
ourselves
when
we had
hidden
within
our souls
before,
to guard
them
from hurt,
we leave
the cafe
to venture
beyond,
finding
a place
where the
clouds are
hovering
over the
the city,
where the
heavens
mirror upon
your skin,
meeting
mine as you
hold me
closer,
we are
alone within
each other's worlds,
once disintegrated,
we are one again,
a supercluster
of a multitude  
In galaxies, coming
together as
tides crashing
endlessly,
within each
wave,
I am with
you,
and my
heart
soars,
tearful
and
dreamy,
as the
ending of a
symphony,
the ephemeral
moment of
wonder,
only when,  
our hands
touch,  
the painting
of the scene
becomes
eternal,
time ceases
to exist
as the
film softly
plays,
I write
notes of
your words
engraved
In this heart
of mine,  
the gentle
vulnerability
only you see,
as we lie
here together,
under the
dream of
your arms
I want to
sleep
under,
only you
and I,
wishbound
In the night,
where I will
remember
a warm cup
of coffee,
a smile
from you,
a gentle
dance of
stars,
these small
moments
I will treasure,
for they will
not fade
In the
slow,
beautiful
dance of
life,
where
we are
shining as
moonflowers,
forevermore
I just want
to see how
beautiful
you truly are,
far from what
you see you
see in the
mirror,
for now,
look away
from the
world,
our fingers
gently trace,
softly, the sun
paints light
upon your
golden skin,
hold me closer,
your sweater
Is softer than
cashmere,
and palms
caress
as the sun
rises from
the sea, and
all turns to
watercolor,
these eyes
are special
to me, as
they hold
the secrets
of your heart
I will hold
as it whispers,
"for you,
I am a soul
deeply
in love,
wishing
upon a star
among
thousands,
waiting for
your arms
to open my
petals,
I know what
those shining
eyes are hiding,
they are closely
holding a love
greater than
time, I have been
waiting for you,
I want you to know,
you are the
beautiful one
who will be the
sunshine to my
rain, the warmth
I seek to reside
In forever, and
the breathe
of the rose
I wish to
become".
I hold
your
hands
and tell
you these
words,
“surrender,
beautiful
one, for
you are
never
alone”.
the time
shifts back,
In tears,
you say,
"I am afraid
to be loved
for who I
truly am,
If the world
sees the truth,
I shall be
deserted,
who will
love me?
who can
see the
true colors
of this heart
I veil in my
chest, in fear
I shall be
hurt?
I am
wounded,
and far
from truth,
and so,
here I stand,
defenseless."
surrender beauty love truth true colours heart truth
Before,
I had
only
known
flaws
alone,
unaware
of the
clean,
aerial
grace
hidden
from
my
eyes,
I wore
these
blindfolds
within
the veiled
petals,
a voice
whispered,
“open your
heart”,
the words
came to me
In a dream,
I opened the
pages, and
began to
write every
little note
of my
memories
when
people
spoke of
softness
to me,
as the
rising
sun
of the
ocean,
the flower
of unseen
beauty
slowly
began
to open,
a man
emerges
from the
desert,
seeking
the ocean
of love,
I, the woman
appear to him
In a vision,
"you seek
the rain
and the
rain seeks
you",
the desert
parted
the depths
of the mist
whispering,
“why do
you wait,
and see
yourself
through
a eyehole,
when you
are the
thousands
of falling
stars
beyond?"
the petals
fall from
the heavens,
my hands
let the
pages close,
I am the artist,
and my heart
is a canvas
where I
paint the
masterpiece
of love
  Jan 2018 Hiba Mohammed Sobh
Max Vale
You're not always what people think you are,
You're not always what you think you are.
But time will take you to different places,
And the world will untie like your laces.

But you can keep tying yourself together,
Hold on to yourself.
One man with the correct attitude,
Can move a whole mountain of solitude.

Yes, You will always fall,
Yes, You might fail.
Yes, You might be rejected,
But who knows, maybe you'll prevail.

It takes one step,
For the whole world to change.
So keep in good health,
And keep loving yourself
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