I wanna wrap her words in suave tissue,
tied with tender tape,
then put it in the darkest place,
reach for it every time I need her.





and god, only if happiness can be wrapped in a box,
so I'd wrap mine for her,
with a bouquet full of shiny sunflowers!

people lose things,
chances,
dreams,
love,
relationships,
each other,  
                                                        ­             and hope,
but what I lose most the time is myself,
not my outside-self, but my inside-self,
and people take intervals or forever
to get back what they lose,
and I wonder, whenever I'll take interval or forever,
to get back myself.

for every gloomy night and bright morning,
for every deep breath and slight smile,
for every clock tick and eyes flicker,





                                                   ­                                                                 ­                         I love you.

let your thoughts blast the world,
let your words burn the cold.

ocean and waves,
sunflower fields and butterflies,
sky and all the stars,
both the sun and moon,
reflect you perfectly, darling.