La pasión con que te adoro es la espléndida pureza
de las flores del altar, es el lánguido desmayo
que domina a los amantes cuando sienten la cabeza
de la virgen desposada en su pecho descansar;
la pasión con que te adoro es tan blanca como rayo
de la luna, que se mira en la vidriera atravesar.
Son tan puros mis amores cual las ansias ignoradas
con que besan a la espuma los nenúfares del río
al brillar entre el boscaje las luciérnagas doradas;
las ternuras que te guardo no se han muerto con el frío:
son las únicas ternuras que han quedado inmaculadas
en el fondo cenagoso de mi espíritu sombrío.
Al sentir que vuela a ti mi fe última de niño
te consagro la sublime floración de mi cariño
porque brillas con fulgores de divina refulgencia
en las sombras impalpables que han envuelto mi existencia
cual destello cintilante de las luces de algún astro
o cual nítida blancura de una estatua de alabastro.
He mirado indiferente el amor de otras mujeres
porque sólo tú no dejas el hastío de los placeres,
porque sólo a tu mirada temblorosa de pasión
se arrodillan las más puras ilusiones de mi infancia,
y quisiera saturar el marchito corazón
de tu alma de querube con la púdica fragancia.
De mi alma contemplé la blancura ya perdida,
y al buscar amores castos por la senda del camino
sólo tú le respondiste al doliente peregrino,
pues mi espíritu manchado de tu espíritu es hermano,
y embalsama tu pureza los dolores de mi vida
cual perfuma la azucena el ambiente del pantano.
Fe levantas, sueño de oro, en mi alma que te espera,
cual se aleja en las mañanas de los días la primavera,
cuando trinan las calandrias en las verdes enramadas
la plegaria gemebunda de los bronces del santuario,
cual la hostia se levanta en las ondas azuladas
de los círculos ligeros que despide el incensario.

Valentines, yeah, I've had a few

Secret admirers? dozens

Broken hearts? A couple of those too.

Crazy adventures? Oh, Plenty!

Blessings, too many to count,

Miracles certainly!

But, nothing, nothing compares to you

My love,

the best part of my best days

The highest of my highs

In my darkest days

And longest nights

You ******* alive!

I know implicitly,

You are the one

the title is yours

you will never be forgotten.
ever.
your name twisted into metaphors and colors and distractions will forever
be painted across pages and pages of her favorite brand of notebook,
no matter how many she burns
there will always be one she forgot,
and she will only find it once she had almost forgotten you.
she will find the one Papyrus notebook
and all of your metaphors and colors and disractions will come flooding back,
just like how the ocean in your eyes
flooded her heart all those years ago.

you asked me what i wanted today.
between the lips of your sulking smile,
you asked me what you should do,
where we should go from here.
amid each gasp of breath
came a despairing tear
that welled up in your eye.
i reached for your hand
as my voice turned to a quivering whisper,
"i love you."
after all,
how could i tell you what i wanted,
how could i be so selfish.
i want you to be happy, again,
even if that means fighting on a while longer.

As I lie on my floor today,
My mind makes its way back to yesterday
When your hand reached for mine
As I lay next to you.
You said that you could hear the beat of my heart,
The heart that beats just for you
Your embrace is like a dream
One of those which you wish to never wake from
And through each embrace,
You define love
With a definition so great,
That I never thought possible.

People power people, and pick their equals.
Ideas, decisions, and what becomes real.
Whether we stand in a line, elections.
Decide who continues on, selection.

The rich become rich only from people’s contributions.
Using their products, services, or through admiration.
Social media, likes, comments, a way to get attention.
Striving to break from conformity, this world’s automation.

Scream, shout, acting strange in public.
Shoot, attack, people turn on each other, frantic.
People become desperate, run out of options.
Detectives try to figure out motives, using caution.

Joker said it best, why so serious?
Wasting time on the small things, getting furious.
When you can turn it around, hear how they feel.
Truly care and help them heal.
Be a friendlier face, selfless.
To those hiding in their shells, helpless.

Maybe everything seems right for a while.
But this world is in chaos, and in need of smiles.

Why so serious?
Smile