Love is blind,
Absolutely... blind.

Love is deaf,
Unhearing of the breaking of the heart.

Love is hideous,
Grim in its desire to break you,
Completely drown you in an ocean of heartache, joy and suffering and yet...

...Love is also wonderful for some,
Those lucky enough to say that they have loved,
And have been loved back.

I have found that the most beautiful lie
Is that of the heart.

Where one profeses there love to another,
And in return,
Gain only a tale about how they too are loved.

Sure you could say that there is comfort in the words of a lie,
Solace in the conformation that you come as a pair,
But when all is said and done.
Those those words are nothing more than treacherous falsehoods,
Fables woven for individuals reliant on the utterance of...

'I love you too.'

Sing me a song...
Give me a tweet,
A sweet little tweet,
A song to sing.

Give me a tune...
A delightful little melody,
Something to whistle,
Something to sing

Give me a gift...
Just a small one,
One full of thought and love.

Hello old friend,
It's been a while,
My dearest freind
I've missed you so.

I've missed the joy,
The emptiness and dark.

I've missed the agony,
The feeling of not knowing who I am.

There was no commitment in our relationship,
There was no believing in the other,
No trust.

You could not say you had my back,
Neither could I.

There was no warmth in our memories,
They were all cold and distant.

And as the days passed,
We teached oir end...

And you disappeared without a word.

Your beauty was youe grace,
Your eye the doors to heaven itself.

So why,
Why are tou here with me in the depths of hell.

You could have anyone,
Anyone of your choosing,
So why?

Can I lay by your side,
And watch the days pass by?

Can I hold your hand,
When my heart beats with fear?

Can I call you my reason for living,
When it seems there is nothing to live for?

Can I have your heart and soul,
And in return...

Can I give you my all?