Romance is like Hell, its hot and fiery and you're guaranteed to get burned. It is a way to feel. A way of life. It is crazy and unnatural yet something about it is luring and contagious and you can not ever get enough.
The 'I love you's are the gate way to this place with no return as an absolute. But after a while and it calms, the heat becomes overpowering and knocks you sideways .
Romance is hell, its hot and fiery and you are going to get burned.

Darling, you hide sometimes like stars behind water droplets of clouds. They have no choice but sit silently and wait for clear sky to expose their fulgent art. Maybe God illuminates the dark space with their light reflected in the water surface of clouds so every star can see her devoted lover from previous lives who exists somewhere in the universe. Maybe stars need their light to drink it to stay young forever. Maybe in this glacial mirror they need to see their affectionateness and beauty. Stars also need self-love. They deserve to be happy as every small and big creation in this world. And when you need space, you need to find your inner charm, warmheartedness, fondness between lonely ghosts because you may not love yourself like I do love you and you do not trust my impeccable vision of you in my eyes. Darling, I will fill the dark space between your doubts with your own light. You need just yourself in this life to be happy. Maybe you plan a perfect love crime to take my breath away, breath lonely like you this evening. Maybe you perform farewell rituals in the temple of dead dreams to forget about fears and sorrows left by lovers who suddenly left you in the past with poisoned arrow in your heart. Maybe my promises of love are not enough to make you feel safe and you run away for a moment to make sure I am truthful with you even if your behaviour is hurtful and I see your shadow naked in the daylight. Maybe you learn antique secrets how to open your soul for love beyond your imagination because we discover unknown territory between man and woman what makes you feel shivers and fever in your bones. Maybe you need space to help me transcend all my illusions about selfless love and it is the gift from the enlightened part of you knowing better than me what love is. Maybe your silence is a gift. Maybe you run because you think you love me more than I do and pride is your guide. Darling, peace and war in my heart in pair. All clocks in my home lie in shreds. My heart doesn't know time. I am your eternity. The willpower mixes with tears when you disappear. But baby, I'll wait for you forever. I know dear, I know. Stars sometimes hide behind the water droplets of clouds.

When she kissed me my body and soul were on fire burning my clothes like thin paper.

She breathes in me.
I am sun beating in her chest
bathing her skin in warm kisses
in thirst and hunger,
in pain of yearning
and bliss of ecstasy
flying with her touch by touch
to soul-dimensions
in sweet, dizzy agony.

Your kiss is bliss of love,
home after long cosmic journey
known to my lips
from origin of the Universe.

He put my deepsest, dark secrets
in galaxies making them
dying stars.

Every microsecond of moon phases you touched my soul's higher faith
with myriad, soft petals of your soul's rosewood. Branches of hope
dripping with untamed waters all over your body are visible, sacred only for my eyes, my mouth, my tounge .