LOVE…

Is not at fault for arriving.

Is fate and destiny.

Is the thought of you.

Is the same today as it will be tomorrow.

Is a way of life.

Is a high.

Is never a little bit.

Is joy and sorrow.

Is a connection to our soul.

Is motivation.

Is unspoken promising.

Is possession.

Is feeling powerful, and powerless at the same time.

Is wanting to get into another’s head.

Is unable to force its self upon another.

Is a dreamer.

Is on its own schedule.

Is a living thing.

Is growing or it is dying.

Is aware, regardless of distance.

Is a sense of never being alone.

Is fierce.

Is a song that makes you come alive.

Is meant for us.

Is life.

Is finding yourself.

Is always burning.

Is a state of sleepwalking.

Is trying to fix the broken.

Is so easy.

Is a fighter.

Is unforgettable.

Is agony and ecstasy

Comes in its fashion.

Does not ask for forgiveness for being.

Never abandons.

Love is the light.

 

Long-ago

 

Though we can never go back,

our hearts never left.

For in the past, we reside,

dreaming of things

that are never to reappear.

 

Like a bird with a broken wing,

we could no longer fly.

Time never completely

healed our wounds.

 

When dreams die

the world dies a little bit too.

 

We have learned again to dream

of muses and their ways.

 

Be forewarned.

We all need to relearn

how to fly again.

 

It is the way of the world.

 

 

 


We own our darkness,

until the light of love.

 

We love and yet not.
We dream while awake.

 We grieve, yet are joyful.


Two worlds, yet one.

We touch each other’s souls.

 

Love saves and condemns us.

At home when we are near.

 


Crazy because of the phenomena of us.

Out of our minds for one another, yet sane.