Feel the beat of your heart,
your sighs and your silence,
fly free in your sky,
the protection of your soul,
that tenderness and that understanding,
your angels and my demons fighting for their desires,
feel with you heaven and hell,
feel it with you all my love

I do not want to stop loving you.
I want to sleep with you every night.
I want to wake up by your side every morning.
I want you to be the first thing I see when I get up.
I want to see how you sleep and feel that warmth, feel your breathing, feel the beat of your heart.
I want to curl up in your arms and sleep like that, together, tight, as if a bit of space between us was forbidden.
I want to be the one who listens to you, who comforts you, who supports you and who makes you feel better when everything is not very well.
I want to be the one who reminds you of how special and important you are.
I want to be the one who knows you best. Your weaknesses, your potential, what you like, what you do not like.
That in spite of lovers, we are better friends.
I want to be the one who says 'I love you' every day.
I want to be the one who is always there by your side for everything.
I want to make breakfast with you.
I want to go for a walk at night, wherever we want, without anyone telling us anything.
I want to go to parties with you and be the couple that everyone envies. The couple that steals the show, we dance and enjoy as if there were no tomorrow.
I want to watch TV with you, together on the sofa.
And is that with you, even the simplest and smallest things feel so special.
I want to make spontaneous outings, where we do not know where we are going but we only guide, enjoying the walk because being with you makes everything more fun and memorable.
I want to listen to music with you, in the house, in the car, and scream the lyrics like crazy.
I want a future, a home, a family, a life with you.

She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
And her mouth on a valentine.
She has more hair than she needs;
In the sun ’tis a woe to me!
And her voice is a string of colored beads,
Or steps leading into the sea.
She loves me all that she can,
And her ways to my ways resign;
But she was not made for any man,
And she never will be all mine

T'was the night before Christmas
  God glanced over the earth.
He looked to and fro,
  all over its girth.
They missed it again, He said with a sigh,
  A heavy heart, and a tear in His eye.
I gave them My son so they could be free,
  My greatest gift, to them from Me
They traded Me in, for a man in red,
  a little tree, and a horse-drawn sled.
How do I save them, when all they know
  is a talking snowman, and a box with a bow.
Maybe next year, they will stop and see
  the biggest gift of Christmas
Is the little Child from Me

How does Love speak?
In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek,
And in the pallor that succeeds it; by
The quivering lid of an averted eye--
The smile that proves the parent to a sigh
Thus doth Love speaks.
How does Love speak?
By the uneven heart-throbs, and the freak
Of bounding pulses that stand still and ache,
While new emotions, like strange barges, make
Along vein-channels their disturbing course;
Still as the dawn, and with the dawn's swift force--
Thus doth Love speaks.

How does Love speak?
In the avoidance of that which we seek--
The sudden silence and reserve when near--
The eye that glistens with an unshed tear--
The joy that seems the counterpart of fear,
As the alarmed heart leaps in the breast,
And knows, and names, and greets its godlike guest--
Thus doth Love speaks.

How does Love speak?
In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek--
The haughty heart has grown humble; in the tender
And unnamed light that floods the world with splendor;
In the resemblance which the fond eyes trace
In all fair things to one beloved face;
In the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble;
In looks and lips that can no more dissemble--
Thus doth Love speaks.

How does Love speak?
In the wild words that uttered seem so weak
They shrink ashamed in silence; in the fire
Glance strikes with a glance, swift flashing high and higher,
Like flashes of lightning that precede the mighty storm;
In the deep, soulful stillness; in the warm,
The impassioned tide that sweeps through throbbing veins,
Between the shores of keen delights and pains;
In the embrace where madness melts in bliss,
And in the convulsive rapture of a kiss--
Thus doth Love speaks.

I've always preferred people
who didn't know how
incredible they are
for they are the worlds
best kept secrets

I taste the color of us
on my lips, in the thick
Red love smeared upon my skin.
Arrange me in fiery hues
and place me along the relics
on shelves long forgotten.
Come back and cast me
into the coolest shadows.
Draw the lines from my soul.
If I am nothing else, dear
lover, make me a masterpiece
and hang me, as you will.