If you were a spring without flowers,
probably that all my trees
would be lethargic.
If you were a wind coiling without leaves,
possibly all my trees would be already fallen,
and if you were a sky without its sun,
certainly no other tree could
germinate to grow from seed.
And I could not be able to exist any longer,
for I am the forest.
But in the snowy winter that would follow,
and in the churches with empty bells,
not ringing in the frost,
God would be still existent.
But you were my springing spring,
my whispering leafing wind
and my sunny sky.
And, in the winter,
in your absence,
I did not cease to love you while
craving for the melted snow,
craving for the blossomed trees,
craving for the ringing bells...

I'll accept you completely imperfections and all,
I'll be there when you rise and I'll be there when you fall,
And if you should ever need a shoulder to cry on,
I'll hold you tight untill all the pain is gone,
I now understand its better to love and lost,
Because love is a priceless thing with the highest cost,
You can fly to the skys and ill let you be free,
I'll let go of control and hope you come back to me,
Your smile is a blessing and I can't get enough,
I had this hardened demeanor but you straight called my bluff,
Girl Its hard to let go god say it ain't so,
Your the star feature and I want all the tickets to the show,
Love sweet love is such a curious thing,
But everytime I hear your name I still hear bells ring.

Claire
Your voice like bells
resonates through my mind
as memories of your brilliant smile
clouds my thoughts
and the glimmer in your eyes
resides in my fondest memories
for you see
you were there
maybe not physically
but more than anyone ever has
the simple paragraphs you'd write
causing an unbeknown smile to cross my cheeks
as warmth flooded through me
you are the epitome of beautiful
on the inside and out
Remember when we first met?
7 months ago
you were posted on
Just a Band *****
and with a few simple comments
you stole my heart.
after a few days of
threatening to kidnap bands
cuddles
and Dexter
I awoke to a wondrous surprise
you
asking me to be yours
i was hesitant at first
i didn't wanna hurt you
You meant to much to me.
but i agreed.
knowing what would happen would be something
only J.K. Rowling could explain
magic.
But alas we fell a part
Only to be brought back together
and to exchange three precious words
I love you.
now you see,
I'm not the type to exchange words of those caliber
for I know the weight of those words
as do you
So i knew when you said
I love you too
you meant it
and i hoped you knew i meant it to
we've gone on like this for nearly a year now
though we may break up
and see others
we're always drawn together
and I cant explain it
and i don't think anyone else can either
When i see you smile i melt
your eyes make me feel like I'm having a heart attack
but a good one
because I'm not gonna die while you're still beside me
you mean the world to me
and at risk of sounding creepy
I think your the one
and I need you
and
I love you.

Its raining here and I couldn't help but think about you, even though I know you hate the rain.
I always laughed at that, at how different we both were, at how much you used to hate the things I loved.

I hadn't thought about you at all this week. but as I heard the spatter of raindrops against my window and your voice,unbidden,rang through my mind like a bell chime. again and again, saying “urgh, i hate the rain.”

Isn't it weird? When that one thing you hate the most becomes that one thing to remind someone of you. I find it infinitely sad and infinitely funny at the same time. It makes me both; happy and sad. Making me want to laugh and cry at the same time,because that’s what you did to me. You made me lose my balance.

I used to think that, I could keep my sentiments restrained; You showed me that nobody could control their emotions. You showed me that opposites go really good together. You showed me an "us".  You showed me the kind of love that could either raise the world to its full glory or burn it down to ashes.

You showed me that there was a war inside each of us and that we had to fight it. You trained me, taught me how to fight the raging battle between the two sides of my own soul.

And then the war came and I was smack in the middle of it, where you taught me to be. And I was on the battle ground, wounded, bleeding -- dying, loosing. And I looked back at you for help. I looked back. And never found you there. You were never there.

Perspectives are bells,
Clanging and clashing,
They ring with different tones
Like those people that yell.

Some people have silver bells,
Those tinkling, happy bells.
Others have grand, golden bells,
All majestic and grateful.

However, some have brass bells,
They shriek at everything in sight.
More boringly, those with iron bells,
Who don't give a crap to anything in sight.

So after reading this,
Don't pick up iron or brass bells.
Get golden, or even silver
bells, as they make the world
Feel a lot better.