I’m happiest when I’m with him or in a good bookshop.
Because the power of words
And the look in his eyes
Makes me wonder what I was doing before he arrived,
Makes me question what I thought before those words
Changed my mind.
I’m happiest when I’m lost
In a world far from my own
Or listening to a story
Of the world he used to know.
And I feel I knew him all of my life.
And this dog-eared book I’ve read a thousand times
For the first time seems real.
It has stains from tears – I heard that means I’m alive.
With every turn of the page,
Every chapter
Something you never thought possible
Can turn a broken heart into laughter.
With every kiss he blows to me,
Every smile
Something you never thought possible
Makes a broken heart becomes worthwhile.


I’m happiest with a book in my hand and him in the other.
Because the power of words
And the look in his eyes
Makes me wonder what I was doing before he arrived,
Makes me question what I thought before ‘I love you.’
Changed my mind.

You promised the world, and all the beauty it holds.
You promised your heart, and all you’ve ever known
You tossed aside, you got on the ride
Unknowingly, knowingly, ready to explore a love
You’ve never been shown.
You took his hand, and lead him to a castle,
You kept him warm for a little while.
He looked with disbelief as a glance over your shoulder
Removed any recollection of grief
His dog-eared heart had ever felt.
I’ve known him now around eighteen years
And the magic he found in you removed my fear
That he had forgotten how to love,
Forgotten what it felt like to hear
The music life plays.
I fear his ticket is soon to expire,
So please keep his heart on fire.
Keep him close and safe from harm,
Keep on riding for a little while longer
And shelter him from any storm.
I know you’ve loved and lost the same as him
And a new life is scary to begin from scratch,
But his heart of stone has begun to crack
And heal with your name engraved there,
So please, for me, love him the way he deserves.

Fingers numb, struck dumb by the wind carrying your voice away.
Woolen scarves, cinnamon and apples,
Lights and snowflakes on your eyelashes.
Accordion players on the streets
Wrapped in a blanket, freezing for a couple euro,
Playing a song we all know. Your fingers
clasped around mine
Guiding me to a place in your heart,
A place you were too afraid to show
But a place you knew you’d go with me, only me
From the very start.
A frozen lake, with a dancing fire in the centre
Reflected from a cozy room of an apartment up above.
There’s wine and romance in your eyes as you look at me
Directly in mine. La Mer swimming in your mind
And an open bottle placed on the side
Of a piano lit by the moonlight.
Jazz players beneath the iced window
Playing through the night.