After that day
an indignant feeling came over me.
How unfair it is :
That some monsters are real and some aren't
And majority of them are those whom you cannot haunt.

Some people have them and some don't,
but i presume that's how life flaunts.

Their voices.
Their breaths.
All cold and warm at the same time.
All alive and dead.
All that I bred.

But then again without them the silence grows.
I need my monsters to feel free
Without them i am just me.

This morning I arised next to you.
Your snoring was loud,
but you sounded like the sweet melody of a purring cat.

I know this is irrational, baseless and unsound,
but I love the sound of your purring, and the way you sound when you laugh.
I love the way you look when you sleep and how your eyes glow when you are happy.
So peaceful.

This morning as I play with your hands;
as I brush your hair;
as I glide my fingers over your arms just as the sunlight brushes your skin.
All I can think of is that this is what I want and what I have been longing for.

I want you, not just in a sensual way:
I've been completely and utterly consumed by you.
I never want this moment to end,
I will never get enough of you.

I want to root myself with you and grow with you.
I want to develop and bloom.
In the end I want us to be a beautiful red rose with the sun shining over us just like this deep blue, bright Sunday morning.

I know this is illogical and senseless,
but what is love other than that.
Just like I am consumed by you
so has my logic been consumed by your love,
but the one cannot live without the other.

Someday when we are old
and no longer look like Gold;
when we are sitting in wheelchairs
in a garden full of roses -
There we will reminisce about our life
and how times have changed.

There we will think about the one
morning that we woke up together,
the love we made;
and the passion of a thousand traditions we betrayed.

There we shall think about
our Life and its glory,
the morning star and our fairytale story.

There we shall think of each other
before the time comes to pass and has ended.
In the garden full of roses we shall remember how we spent it.

Playing piano in the parlour
Looking out to the habour.
The wind is blowing the waves
and the stars are gleaming in space.

On this particular wintry night :

You were leaning against the wall
Staring at me with that charming glow,
and all Im thinking is;
The song I heard on the radio.

"I looked out this morning and the sun was gone
Turned on some music to start my day
I lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I skipped away"

You come sit next to me
and start playing.
You look in to my eyes
and say that you are staying.

My heart is yearning for your voice
The piano keeps on playing.

Does the sight of me make you go crazy?
Does my kisses still turn you on baby?

Do you still feel the same?
Do you still love it when I call out your name?

I'm homesick for your touch,
for the way you used to look at me,
for the way you kissed my forehead and told me that you loved me.

Im homesick for what we used to be.