love is not what love is or what love used to be
love grows. and love grew inside of me for the very first time.
true love that is, love that i thought would never exist except in movies or my favorite romance novels.
imagine falling in love with your best friend, unknowingly.
days pass you by and the sun shines on a sun-kissed face,
embracing all of life beauties. without knowing you fell for love of everything.
love of life, the trees, the universe, people and those who inhabit your life.
every small thing became big, within reach was possibility.
for new chances, changes, and that's when it hit you.
HARD.
like a brick, like bricks, like the titanic came and sunk on your heart , on your whole body even
in the most angelic way, your heart was full of life, of peace, unity of the most purest form of love.
seeing their face for the first time after that was mesmerizing.
tiny butterflies filled your stomach, any chance to talk to , to be in their presence, fighting the urge to jump into a full of *** rage.
blood running warm between your veins , melting away deep inside your body.
if only they could notice you...
until the end, is where this story gets better.
perhaps , a fairy tale ending is in store for you, or perhaps the best is saved for last.
perhaps, a few exchanged glances, a small grin at your jokes, a simple brush against the arm, leaves an open discussion of flirtation.
fluttering of the hearts , engaging in more than a friendship, but an assurance.
completely lost from the start, we somehow found ourselves tangled deep into the web of mystery.
so,
when we reach the end, remember it is also the beginning of a love so true,
reciprocating feelings deep inside, where both parties can know longer hide it.
to fight the urge to not love, is torture in the deepest form.
love is what love was, and love grows into something more.
love grew into my soulmate.

                                             with love,
                                                        a soul.

chest dive
deep again
as treasures
sleep and
once witness
to vernacular
that really
wets woman
as she'd
snorkel with
pajamas but
passion ran
in her
chops and
Guba fjord
laid with
her countryside

She said she'd take his hand.
He said he's not a man.
She said she understands.
He took here by the hand.
We flew to another land.
We built a house upon the sand.

We can be happy and start again.

She said she feels just fine.
He knows just why she lies.
She knows just how to hide.
He said it's okay to cry.
We're gonna take that flight.
Leave for another life.
Take my hand it will all be alright.

We can be happy and start again.

You ask questions, yet you don't wanna be asked
Is answering my questions a really rigorous task?
Every single time that you stay mumb
Is it just me feeling things or have you really become numb?
You make each day harder and tougher to even have a small talk
Is this why you ask me every evening for a beach side walk?
Falling in and out of your love ecstasy
Do you really feel it's that easy?
On day one you had declared I am your taking
But is this really a relation that you are making?
You said you can't let me go as I make you strong
But taking me away from my flock, isn't it wrong?
With you I feel so different every passing moment
But why do you torment me at the very end?
Me loving you doesn't have to be your choice
Would you care enough to even hear my voice?

No soulmate exists
For a man such as this
No soulful hands grasping to find

For as long as such choice
Has been given unto us
Noone trusts souls enough ere to find

Raise your hands and
touch the strings of my
soul

Feel the music of my life
between your fingers
with every strum and
pluck

Listen to the magic of
my inner melody
Both the tranquil and
the disastrous spells

Dear everyone and no-one,
beloved musician
this is my ode