My clock,
my friend,
it tells me when
that yes turned into no.

Tick.
Keep time.
Tick.
No change.

Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.

Slowly this sound will
Drive me insane I know
But for now, I will keep time.
And nothing here will change.

Nothing.
Except for me.

Tick.
Tick.
Tick.

Love should be pure; love has a simple allure
If you’re in love; your heart flies like a dove.
dreams bloom; and there walks the groom.
love is brewing; there are things to be doing.
sometimes in love; it doesn’t fit like a glove.
but if you’re lucky it grows like a rose, right under your nose.
oh my dear John Doe; I saw you all aglow; in the white washed moonlights halo.
oh! And the taste is so unexplainable, love is almost unattainable.
looking around; I am high off the ground,
from the love that flows through me; for you I would cross the sea.
it’s true; your name is my tattoo; I will cook a stew; just for you.
I am so distracted by your vision; I got into a collision.
I’m already convinced; you will be my prince.
“its better to love and lost than to never loved at all”; my love is as long as the Chinese wall
a kiss from you; I’m in bliss.

Beauty is a thing seldom seen.
It is held by all within the soul it lies, waiting to come out to the surface, but it can only be found if someone is sharing your soul with you.
Beauty is suppressed by the evils of the world.
Only love can bring beauty out.
Once seen, beauty never hides again.
Not even hatred can deny beauty of it's true design.
Beauty, although possessed by all by few and fewer yet will ever see one of the most beautiful sights - the beauty held by you.

her strive for attention
deprives her actual intention
and she thrives off tension
but she feels alive with this pretension
and what I've failed to mention
its her contrive for perfection…of love