If I were a painter
Every day, I know,
I'd paint you in colors,
Which will always glow.

If I were a sculptor
Working all alone,
I'd carve you a statue
From a precious stone.

If I were a potter
Bent over the wheel
I'd knead your soft body
With the greatest zeal.

If I were an angel
From the starry sky
I'd make you immortal
With my holy eye.

Yet, I'm just a plain man
With an honest view,
I can do no other,
But to care for you.

In the quiet spaces between our whispers,
I find solace in the trust that lingers.
Just like Adam trusted Eve, I trust you,
In the garden of our love, where skies are blue.

The heavens may brand us as sinners, it's true,
But what's sin to the depth of me and you?
The first sins were woven in trust's embrace,
Just like Eve and Adam, in love's trace.

They trusted, and so do I, in this dance,
Where rules may crumble, and judgments glance.
Perhaps we offend Gods with our entwined affection,
But love's essence outshines any celestial objection.

Why seek heaven's glow in distant height,
When beside you, my love, is my purest light?
On a crisp autumn evening, in your warmth I find,
A paradise surpassing what heaven designed.

Because what has heaven got that I can't find sitting next to you

and i threw the thought of you in the sea,
and hoped that
If it were meant to be,
The tides will bring the thought of you back into my mind once again

As I gaze upon the horizon
where the ocean kisses the sky
as far as the eye can see
I understood why people thought it
was the edge of the world
Such a beautiful sight,
yet out of reach
Maybe that's why people
thought it might be a
place where they would fall,

But when I saw the
horizon reflecting
in her eyes
I did fall

If i die
Would you mourn me?
If you had the chance
Would you prefer to know
That all the remains of me comprised a bit of you

Olive and sage.
You said you loved the colour green
The shades hidden in leaves
the froth beneath the seas

And everyone that knew you
learned to love the colour too
And now I see it
in every metaphor of you

I know we meet
people for a reason
and every time I didn't
think it was the case,
hindsight proved me wrong
ten times out of ten.

But us? I can't seem to accept
you were a stepping stone,
a lesson, a memory etched
in my spirit only meant to
redirect me to another place.

I just don't want what comes next
without you here to share it with me.

Tell me why I can't seem to
come to terms with us being
not only impermanent
but seemingly forgettable.

I cannot bring myself to let go