If I say your voice is an amber waterfall in which I yearn to burn each day, if you eat my mouth like a mystical rose with powers of healing and damnation, If I confess that your body is the only civilization I long to experience… would it mean that we are close to knowing something about love?
She once told me that she stalks me day and night She has me in her feelings and in her sight... Her heart keeps telling me things in the night that she is afraid to tell me in daylight... My heart know that she loves me But life is strange and we never know where two people will end up next Love and soul are not to behold Her eyes speak in unknown words And we continue to drift sometimes nearer and sometimes apart!!
in the afterglow of an evening rain i lay down in the grass and think of you my body aches like an after-kiss breaking in soft fires and wildflowers my dear, i will always be this tender for you.
Instead of days like Valentine’s Day, we ought to have days such as the day on which we would commemorate those ancestors of ours from whose deaths we have learned, for example, that something is not safe for us to eat.
Between two people everything becomes complicated when only one is in love and when both are in love, complication disappears and there remains only the beauty of simplicity.