You are the electricity that lights my world.
You are the music that plays in my heart.
You are the spark that ignites my flame and my love for you
You are the smile on my face.
You are the rocket that takes me to outer space
You are the ship that sails my ocean
You are the magic in this love potion
You are the blood that flows through my vein
You are the rails that carries my train
And you are also the thoughts in my head that won't let me sleep
You are the book that I can't stop reading
You are my cut that won't stop bleeding
You are my miracle that won't stop happening
And you are my fire that just won't stop burning
Baby you are so much to me And you mean the world to me.
For your eyes I will open and you will see.
Just so you can realize what you are to me.

It is but new words
for resonant songs:
in languages tuned
from old notes.
Imaginations are
rearranged to yield
greater and deeper
human insights,
framed in a
variety of forms.
Truth to  Sincerity
is all.

Nothing in literature
can be compared
to poetry, other
than Beauty.
For, in a word,
Poetry is Perfection.

Tobias.

Your raw material is Humanity:
You ponder - you produce.
You make things beautiful,
You make beautiful things.
You allow them space,
set them in their place,
to be themselves:
Herself – Himself.
This is The Way
The Way to Love.

Tobias

i wrote you
a letter every day
letters to tell you
just how i feel

written in neat, curved
writing i told you
just how sweet
i thought you were
how you made my heart
glow

letters in which i wrote
with various colors of ink
pouring out my whole being
to you

i wrote you
a letter every day.

i wrote you letters in which
i told you how you made me
bloom.

eventually
i found myself
pressing harder on
the paper
than i had before.

creating tears in them
similar in shape
and size
as the ones
inside of me.

i began to send
letters
with creases
and bumps
and stains
splattered with tears

pouring
from my eyes

as i wrote
the anger
bubbling within me.

my last letter
addressed to you
contained
no words

but was blank.
because
i had none that

could reach
as far

and deep

into the cracks
of my
heart

to describe
just
what you

had left
of me.