In my heart is a burning desire
to give you love that is as breathtakingly fierce as a wildfire
but is as tenderly calming as a soft rain—
the kind that kisses away pain.
Yet if I cannot take your pain away,
still, let me stay.
Share it with me,
even if I, too, must bear it for eternity.
I will adore you in your every color, every hue—
yellow, red, green, blue.
To you, I am deeply and utterly devoted,
my only, always, and beloved.

What would drive me to make a journey so far
What would give me patience through obstacles
What would give me such joy to finally arrive
And to be where you are one more time
I think it must be love

It is love that gives me the strength to go on
It is love that propels me when the road is long
It is the stars to guide me when the sun is gone
It is the joy that arises with the first rays of dawn

Isn't it crazy that I need you like water or air
That I would expire without you always being there
It is medicine to which none can compare
If it is all I have, still, I will not despair

It is love that goes beyond all measure
It is pure love which is the source of highest pleasure
It is the Father's love the most precious treasure
It is the soul's embrace the sweetest gesture

There is no distance too great or too small
That I wouldn't go to answer your call
There is no path that I wouldn't take
And no way that I could ever forsake
A friend in a time of trouble or need
It's written in my core, it's part of my creed

It's love that is so incredibly amazing
It's love that sets my heart a-blazing
It's love that puts my mind at ease
It's only love's sacrifice that truly frees

I see that table sometimes at night, when
My dreams stretch colorful and bright
That table is lit up by the softest glow,
With smiles and laughter evermore

On that table, there’s a seat,
Saved especially for me. It’s comfortable
And blue, exactly how I like it, and I feel
This deep and lingering warmth as I sit

As I sit, I find I’m laughing, and around me
Everything is soft and warm - conversation
Flows unstoppered, and I bask
In its healing balm

I see that table sometimes, and I know
It’s waiting for my exact glow.

I wish to be found, across
Miles of distance, across lifetimes
I wish to be discovered in
Such a way that I’m left in awe
Of all the things I didn’t know
About myself

I wish for you to find me, even though
I say I don’t need you; I wish for you
To try, and try again, so hard that I
Have no choice but to let you in

I wish to find you, you that knows me
Almost as well as I know myself
I wish for you to know me, truly, to
Look so deep inside
Into the darkness that I’ve been afraid
To explore

I wish to be found, in this lifetime
And the next, by you, who is the one
For me

today i saw this girl
and i don’t really know what to say
her gaze is intoxicating
kind dark eyes
who whisper to you things you hold dear
things you always wanted to hear

it’s ironic
how when she looks at you,
you can’t wait for her to turn away
you can’t bring yourself to meet her gaze,
but still, you crave the sight of her face.

you try to steal another glance,
though every look feels like a dance.
she turns you look
she looks you turn
when she looks back you want to burn

shes tired of this stupid game
its going to drive us both insane
so i make do
maybe it was a tear or tear
my gaze trickles down her hair
down her face
to her waist

it would be such a waste
if i couldn’t find something to express her
i asked my teacher
what the language of the universe was
he said mathematics
was the world's representation
so with graphs i outlined equations
but even parabolic functions
fail to be symbolic of her
and emancipate me from her existence
when i go back home
i feel sick
i feel a sickening feeling in my stomach
i feel like a patient
who feels like he lost something he never had
sickness turns into emptiness
and emptiness turns into something nascent
something i’ve never felt before
is this love?
or have i just gone mad?

Churn barley
Hearts blame foragers
Doolies quate barging out
Of the queue
To fire up lovely views of
Damage done to words
The meal is not a choice
The kitchen and dining area
Are fermented with suicide
Bleach

Something there will be replaced.