It is my first time,
to have someone as my valentine,
someone I call "mine",
someone I want for a lifetime.

Everyone wears red,
and you're the only one in my head,
a kiss on my forehead,
and "I love you", you said.

As I have decided what shade to pick,
dark red as my lipstick,
stole a kiss on your cheek,
felt shy and made it quick.

In this special day,
I promise to stay,
I love you endlessly,
Happy Valentines day, my Vinci!

I managed to survive again.
Every time I wanted to scream but chuckled.
Every time I needed to cry but sighed.
Those moments I felt alone surrounded by people...

I did it. Once again. I made it to another level.
I am alive for another birthday.
I hope my fellow day-sharers can say the same.

We went wild
when all the stars came out.
We went wild
when all the flowers burst apart.
We ran across the earth barefoot
and with our electric hearts,
beating to the harmonies of nature.
There isn't anything that I desire
but the satisfaction that freedom offers.
Wrapped up in rays from the sun,
I celebrate myself,
while we sing only of glee.
You cleaned my soul
and showed me how to grow with each spring.
You pushed me through the winters
until the days when all life was reborn.

Fire in my throat
Enough has led to sinking, unable to float
Or a misunderstood man tying one last rope.
But not today.
Today we celebrate
And disregard emotions that frustrate
Blow off actions that help to compensate.
In order to arise
With no ideas in our mind
Of what happened, last night.

it is not enough to love,
it is never enough. you must sew your fingers shut
like treasure.
mold into paper, heart like memory foam.
you must lock
the doors and change the keys, even if they don't visit. make your first drink in this palace a delight,
mount a bottle to the ceiling - decorate
with pale pink everything.
build a fist fit for windowpanes
and break no glass.
remember that a laughing bird will never fly at night, cranberries won't grow on trees and
his blood cannot stain your teeth.
young girl your are so lucky to sleep,
so lucky to dream and so lucky to love.
but it is not enough to love.
one must also learn to be.

i’ve come to believe that the definition of love is very broad and complex and is hard to describe.
although, i know what love is when i see it. eyes are said to be a reflection of the soul and when two lovers are matched with their counterpart their eyes are stable and confident.

an undying trust that is fueled by a desire to be complete.

sometimes i wonder;
do my eyes shake because the taste of love is something i have not acquired. for my testimony of in doubt passion screams for another who shares the same eyes. eyes that can see my vision of peace. eyes that direct hatred from the soul.
eyes that don’t judge nor falter.
eyes that know pain.
sometimes when i look into your eyes i see my reflection, my vision, my love.