In the heart of the living, the star is bright.
In the heart of the dead, it is even brighter.
Come the torments of world's cruelty; that the living forgets the light.
The dead in the calm of its deepness is yet unknown.
But for life is the strong and for dead is unique.
The unfairness of life's dynamicity is the seen weakness of the unbelieved heart.
But for one that is told and has seen and has accepted to accept the strength of the soaked in believe comes the redemption of the unseen.
We foretell the unimaginable ambience of the goodness tomorrow but has refused the play drum specific to leap today tomorrow.
Only the in-depth of sights can tell the torture, turmoil and perhaps yet to see suffering that a better tomorrow is born.

He is timeless
When I think of real love
He is the one
That comes to my mind
I love being in his time
He is self-perpetuating affection
He is a blessing

He is a bright beam
Of sunshine
He is a heartland of bliss
He nourishes my soul
He is my caveman of romance

He is a spontaneous vessel
That I wish to nestle
He is mesmeric electricity
That generates fiery emotions within me
I desire his coveted touch

His halo illuminates
Over my face
He unleashes sweetness
On my lips
I can smell his **** fragrance
Flowing in my nose

Taste his swirling
Syllables of dreams
Taste his liquid juices
Oozing onto my blossoming chest
Let him draw me closer
To his dynamicity

Listen to his philosophical thoughts
On free will, fate, the meaning of life
Talk about famous authors
Like Emily Dickinson, T.S. Eliot, Walt Whitman
Conceptualize our feelings about them

I want to be deep with you
I want to hear everything about you
I want to study linguistics with you
Watch every word you speak
Roll off your tongue
Drift into your magical galaxy