I not only love but I love us,
We talk sometimes and we have found trust,
I think of you and us,
Like what would I do, If me and you weren't a must ?

It's all the time,
That you and love is on my mind,
It's you that is more than fine,
More than beautiful,the one that is always mine,

It is me that awaits the sign,
For it to come true,
For... us to valentines.

I do write these lines with perfection,
To show you my kindness of affection,
Its valentines and my heart is dark,cold, and dead,
I want you to be the very reason of its resurrection,

Just come to me, let your heart shine,
Let our love combine and intertwine,
Let us be able to say "your mine"
Let this love we show take us on a different line,
A different path, so that hate can forsake our minds,

For the 14th,
We will be Mr. and Mrs. Valentine.

Our lips should always be able to meet,
Seeing you is like de'ja'vu everyday,
When we touch in any way,
Everything to me pauses,stops,plays then repeats,
Still loving you even after our ends meet,
I love you from my heart's very core,
My heart is strongly sore
but love is so strong I feel not-a-thing anymore,
I always am thinking of what can be true,
Without you I've not a clue what to do,
but to search,find, and love you.

Their is pain in love,
and from the moment you love,
Everything seems to fall from above,
Everything you touch, everything you see,
Loving too much,changing to be what they see,
I stop walking, stopped jogging but now I'm running,
Getting tired though, so what was I thinking ?
Every time I get close you push me away,
but my heart tells me to go and stay,
Now I'm starting to think that this was a game and I'm getting played,
Don't know what sides their are but I feel betrayed,
It's from day to day I think of you,
Not knowing what to do,
Stressing on what's wrong and what's true,
but going after you and falling in love,
was two wrongs which makes no right,
but I'm still holding on,
I stopped running, now I'm just standing here, watching you run,
From me though and with my heart,
Now I feel heartless and depressed,
It's just making me stressed,
but never the less do I stop thinking of you,
Not a day, a week, or even a year,
I'm always thinking, always on what to do,
I'm thinking in a empty place in my head,
On how much love it took to love you,
Now that nothing is pumping my heart,
This is where you can say I'm feeling dead.

As my love for you seeps away,
As I lie here with nothing to say,
And all this time,it fly's by,
My heart grows smaller,and starts to die,
The vision of you,it starts to loose its touch,
My heart is big for you,
now not so much,I'm loosing love,gaining nothing,
I thought mylove for you,was acually something,
Feeling sorrow, but I cant admit it,
Here in solitude,thinking about it,
I'm not absorbing hate,
But I'm starting to believe somthing called fate.
Even though I just said all this stuff,
Im going to still love you,
but just not as such.
Bad things can happen to great friends,
for a moment their I felt as if my soul had to decend.
Now I'm feeling the letting off of sympathy,
and my soul coming to harmony,
but I still dont know why you were starting to feel,far from me.
Now as I open my eyes,
I see that nothing is intentional,
and how love can seem so non-fictional.
Love really gets to some people,
But to me it seems 2 dimensional,
Like ones real and the other is unbelieviable,
Love can control what we have,
believe it or not its decieviable.
But as I stumble on this path,
I soon began to relize that its always pleadable.
A scar on the heart, a **** on love,
And how it can cross ones heart,
And leave a cruel and happy story of true art,
From people of true parts,
That soon come together,
In the mixed emotions of bad weather.

Love inclines for every step I take to reach, Hate that eats my soul as I weaken,it fieasts,Every time I take the time to look in something that shines,I get love sick because my love went to find,We sometimes try to back away but can't because the walls incline,
We all want to walk away at some moment,But we cant because of the signs that tells us to go and present. We all ask with what? Someone whispers what do they call the very time your in? we say the present,we wake up and thank our lord for this very present,We ponder about tomorrow til it comes and we see the one we need, The ones heart that feeds, ours, We all wish to have the courage to ask but we cant because of the power ..isnt enough.