Doubt. My old enemy. You're with me all the time.
Some days, you're quiet. Some days I can only hear you.
Doubt. My old enemy. You're with me all the time.
Sometimes you're just a whisper. Sometimes noise.
Doubt. My old enemy.

Here we stand. In front of each other. Raindrops roll off our faces.
There's no need to say a word.
We just stand here. In the rain. But we don't notice the drops.
There's no need to speak.
We're connected.
Here, in the rain.

Words can cross an ocean.
Through storm and rain.
Through pain and loss.
Through days and nights.
Without giving up.

Like a sailor, who's willing to reach his home.

Home is a feeling. Not a place.

Thousand miles are just a short hop for thoughts.

So I give you my world.
Which you already were.

I love my life the way it is.
The people, I've lost, the people, I've found.
The situations I had to pass.
The dark days and also the beautiful ones.

All this is my life.
And it's the best, I would like to have.
Just the way it is.

I wasn't prepared for you.

Although I've been waiting for you all my life.

I will always remember the first day, we talked.
I will always remember the first sight.
I will always remember the first kiss.
I will always remember the first night.
I will always remember the first dispute.

I will always remember, because you remember me always.

And in the end, we'll all be only stardust.

It's not about living every day, as if it would be the last.

It's about living every day, as if it would be the first.

It doesn't matter if your chains are made of silver or gold.
If you don't want to free yourself, they could also been made of paper.

My thoughts are with you.

Every second of a minute.
Every minute of an hour.
Every hour of a day.
Every day of a week.
Every week of a month.
Every month of a year.

Every year of a life.

Missing someone isn't the same, as missing someone.

You can miss someone, because he's away.

And you can miss someone, although he's with you.

Your fragrance is like a whisper in the dark.
It penetrates the silence.

I can't promise you sunshine in the morning.
I can't promise you happiness all the time.
I can't promise you a fairytale.
I can't promise you anything.

Except myself.

If you hold my hand, I can't fall.
If you hug me, the world around doesn't exist.
If you kiss me, there's nothing else, I feel.
If you touch me, you calm me and arouse me at the same time.
If you're sleeping next to me, the nightmares can't reach me.

Cold Morning.
Sun Is awake.
Frozen Air.
Still No Spring.

I'm not writing a poem this time.
It's not lyric. It's not filled with deep thoughts.

I just want to try to send some happiness to you.
There are so many sad poems here, which are showing so many sad feelings.

So I try to share a little bit of my happiness.

This way I want to say, that everything has got also a good side.
Even if you don't see it at the moment.

I know, it's very easy to say, if I don't know your situations, but Keep your head up.

There's always light, even on the darkest day.

Words are my kind of showing my feelings.
Not always with my mouth. Mostly with a pen.

Words are my kind of showing my feelings.
Not always right, but always open.

Words are my kind of showing my feelings.
Not always like all, but always me.

Words are my kind of showing my feelings.
Not always agreeable, but always free.

Love is pure.
Without any lies.
Without any faults.
Without any anger.
Without any tears.
Without any pain.
Without any drama.
Love is pure.