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Always and Forever

Beginning Notes:
There are many poems written every day. This particular poem is about many different themes; this particular poem is about pain; sadness; loss; heartbreak; sorrow; the exploration of life; the human spirit; the strength of the human heart. But most of all, this is a poem about love; more importantly; falling in, being in and enjoying love. This poem is dedicated to and is about a woman, but not just any woman; this poem is about a woman that no man could ever possibly forget. Not always will this poem make sense, and at times it may even be contradictory, repetitious and obtuse, but always, always, will it be forever true. The human heart is an ocean of many, many different stories, and I would like to share with you, dear reader, one now. I do hope you enjoy this romantic tale as you ride upon the waves of this verse.

The Poem:
I just managed, I believe from a miracle, to successfully take back my health.
I’m so happy, I’m so heartfelt, I’m so hung over – I really just can’t help myself;
I need to confess something that has been weighing on my mind, there’s something I need to tell
someone, and it goes something like this; I could kiss you for hours on end when the rain fell,
I could hug you in the middle of a storm; I could keep you warm in the dark of the night,
I could look upon your beauty for centuries, I could stroke your skin come morning light.
I could take a photo of your flawlessness and hold onto it forever,
I could fight for you and die for you if it meant we could just be together;
I could serenade you with empowered words of love by day and cook you dinner when the moon arises.
I could grace you with everything, and even after a hundred years still astonish you with surprises.
I could board an aeroplane today and be with you tomorrow just to give you a kiss,
and confess, that never have I tasted anything as sweet as your crimson lips, young Miss.

You know that feeling – when you have lost love, and then you find it again in the heart of another oh so rapidly?
That feeling – that intense, obnoxious, amazingly fantastical, intense feeling is what has overpowered me.
I was lying down in the centre of the empty suburban street one night – love had officially hung up on me,
when I suddenly received a call – and upon answering, guess who spoke – a woman of unbelievable beauty!
She was older than I, and with the exception of two amazing times I had never fallen for an older person,
but I tell you, struck down, by lighting I was, for I could not, and still cannot, quit thinking about this beautiful woman.
Maybe I ain’t as strong as I would hope, after all, I ain’t built from metal and other strong stuff.
I try to get close to you, young lady, but every time I do so it ain’t nearly close enough,
for I cannot let you go. I look up at the clear dark night, and I can see the moon,
and I know you can see her too, and I hope the two of us can be together soon
for when either of us look up at the great sky from where we are, whether it be day or night it is always the same. If that’s the case, then we both must be on the planet Earth,
and so it would be just so easy, wouldn’t it, for us to meet somewhere? You can set the location, I really don’t care where; be it Washington, London, Tokyo or Perth.

In the end, unlovable is but one word that can describe a fallen soul,
and it is a word that can describe me for instead of a heart, I’ve a hole,
for pain is the unrelenting punishment that is forced upon me as a result of being alive,
and I have come to realise that sooner or later the pain will win out and I will not survive.
Perhaps that’s for the better. Maybe when I’m dead and gone nobody will grieve, and nobody will cry,
and maybe there will be many a happy person on the planet Earth on the day that I do die.
Perhaps every acquaintance I’ve ever met will feel a sense of joy running up and down their spine
which will alert them to the arguably obvious fact that the death they felt was indeed mine.
In the eyes of some certain people I may be a hideous, unpopular, unlovable creature,
and perhaps if I be honest I may say that I might not be blessed with a single attractive feature,
and like I said before, maybe death be good, for there is honestly without a knowable doubt nothing left,
for my heart is broken and barely operating and I remain barely human and utterly bereft.

As a man myself, I can speak from experience; once you fall out of love, you always set your sights on the one woman you cannot acquire.
In your eyes, I want to be seen as a man with an actual heartbeat and a possibility for romance rather than a feared pariah.
I am not asking you to fall in love with me at first sight, but I am asking for a single chance;
not to experience a fairytale, but to have a stereotypical legitimate romance
which is quintessential to the soul. Human beings in general are social creatures, I know this for a fact,
which is why, even after so much pain and bludgeoning, my heart and soul have remained totally intact
as to have a relationship once more. Perhaps this time it will be forever, perhaps this time it will be with you,
and I hope that in the very near and hopefully possible future you might be able to feel the same way too,
for I have been in love before, and I am aware of this just as I am aware of my constant heartbeat,
and whenever I see you I have this powerful feeling which begins in my chest before it consumes me from my head to my feet.
I can understand if this sounds absurd, but I have no intention of ever hiding the truth in regards to love, and my feelings I will not deny,
and to be with you, I will do anything that you ask; I will plead; I will beg; I will write; I will draw; I will with pleasure live; and I will gladly die.

It all began with a blog on the social media platform known only as WordPress.
Never in all my years did I believe the content that I had developed could impress
the eyes of a beautiful woman to come looking over all that I had done,
and in that specific moment my heart, you, young lady, had officially won
and so, in regards to your own meticulous work, I became a loyal, unflinching follower,
one of oh so many it would seem. It was not long after I was transformed into a lover
of your face; of your smooth features; of your sacred flesh. My eyes, they lit up like a great menagerie of fire-
flies transcending across the sky in the darkness of the night as I looked upon the woman I now desire
with an untold passion that burns more brightly than the sun, creeping across the horizon in the wee hours of the morning,
and just like that, my heart cried out for something impossible; it cried out for something more as a new love affair was dawning
upon the path that is my life. I knew then just as I know now that these feelings are never going to leave.
I assure you, you can trust me and my many words; all you need do is look into my eyes and believe.

Love is love I say, and so do many others, and love is but hard to find;
love is the one thing that is always without question on my heart, soul and mind
when I think of you. What name could have hath been given to a woman of such brilliance, a woman who in a million years I could not forget?
What emotions could be conjured by the heart of a romantic? However we are just friends for the moment, I swear, nothing has happened yet.
Love is always and forever the one intended endeavour, it is the only necessary task
to gain, and when someone finally discovers their one and only, people poke them with questions and ask
‘are you having fun yet?’ and the answer always is ‘yeah, yeah’.
People always warn me about love, they say ‘buyer beware’,
but I can take care of myself, really, I can take care of my own,
is it too much to ask for some love, I am tired of being all alone
and I would do absolutely anything to succeed in this fruitful desire
and prove how I’m capable of being your man, of being your merciful messiah.

Cupid visited me in my dreams last night; she didn’t look the way I had thought
she might as she instructed me that there was something that I absolutely ought
to do with my life, which included; settling down, finding a good job and acquiring a partner;
a girlfriend, an individual who was more than excellent to be my one significant other.
When I awoke this morning I could not possibly fathom if the plan had been set in motion,
all I knew was that if my heart was anything it was a terrifically wide, deep blue ocean
that is willing and able to belong to something good, like a passionate relationship, someone new,
like a young woman beyond anything upon this planet we call Earth, and I know that woman is you.
I realise I have not done what was supposed to be initially orchestrated,
for it is something different entirely that I have undoubtedly promulgated,
for Cupid had intended for me to have a grand relationship with an Australian,
and instead I wish to have be romantically involved with a certain Arizonian.

There was a time when angels would walketh the Earth, and still they do as depicted by the image of this gorgeous American
from Phoenix Arizona, who has undeniably captured the loving heart, mind and eyes of this Australian citizen,
for my soul will be but forever forfeit if my soul will be not always yours,
and I would do anything to hold you, to kiss you and to do other things and more,
for the word ‘gorgeous’ is but a word, and it barely scratches the surface of your physicality,
and I don’t think a word hath been invented to articulate what you will forever mean to me.
There was a time once when I was unsure what you were to me, but no longer do I have to make my heart choose,
for I want you in my heart,  there’s nothing left to say, for I could never just have you as a plausible muse.
To hide this huge secret of mine, I could provide to you a suitable pseudonym rather than to call you by your actual name,
for such does not matter to me because regardless of your identity, masquerade or not, I would personally still feel the same.
I am at a crossroads; I hope my words don’t seem too expensive ma’am, and I hope they don’t sound too cheap,
because your intricately stunning and elegant beauty, it runs so intoxicatingly deep.

My heart is a dictionary on everything in regards to passion,
for my heart is as wide and free as the never ending, open ocean,
and I can promise there is nothing I am not aware of, there is not a thing that I do lack,
and all you need to do is say the word and I’ll gladly follow you, my darling, to Hell and back,
cuz you are an exotic paradise I have never had the opportunity to explore,
and the loving dream I had last night of being with you, I long to have right down to the very core
of my beating heart. Within the dream last night, I was lost within one helluva escapade;
I had in the process of seeing you lost both my mind and my head from where they had once laid
atop my neck. Upon waking I was happy; I wanted to return, and I’ll say again, I will follow you to the ends of this Earth,
because of everything that I have ever seen and have experienced, of everything that I am aware of, you are undeniably worth
it. All that is required from you, my dear, is that you call my name, and upon doing so, I’ll gladly be there,
be it any place on the atlas, any time of the year, or absolutely, unequivocally anywhere.

I have known you for only a couple months, but a couple months are all I will ever need
to quench my undeniable thirst for loving romance, to bring a stopper to all my greed
for a heart to be connected romantically only to mine for the rest of time,
and to enjoy the kind of love found in a fairytale or in a nursery rhyme.
I could follow you without question to the ends of this Earth
for your words, like treasure, have an unquantifiable worth,
and your photos that you choose to share and upload to your blog frequently make me smile.
If I had the digits for the All Night Radio Love Line their number I would dial
and I’d ask them to play the song ‘I knew I loved you’ by Savage Garden
for you to hear, cuz my beating heart you have without permission taken,
for I was powerless against you with your words of wisdom and your looks of beauty.
Miss; would you ever consider going out on a date with a guy the likes of me?

I listen to the living world around me; to its traffic; to its cities; to its nature; to its ambience,
as I gaze into the affectionately passionate eyes of unequivocal, virginal innocence
that can be described as a sweetness of extraordinary prowess that cannot be tamed,
which belongs to the truest of all true beauties, that cannot ever on paper be named.
If I had a flower for every time I had thought of you, then I do suppose all the flower’s in the world I would need to pluck,
and if you blow a man a kiss from your crimson lips,  I hope only for his sake, he’d better know to immediately duck,
because if your looks can captivate anyone, then imagine what just one kiss could do,
for there is nobody else in this world who I know to be quite as ravishing as you,
for I have seen your life written in photos, drawings and literature within the pages of your great blog,
and it always breaks through the walls around my heart, the brain barriers and the many immense layers of fog
that exists within my mind. Your words are always warm and inviting, and your photo’s are exceptionally great,
and I don’t know if I ever did believe in angels in Heaven, but after looking upon your face, I certainly without a doubt believe in fate.

I have never met you, and I probably never will,
but even with this said, my feelings, they grow stronger still.
I’d ask if we might have dinner, if it wasn’t an issue,
see, the one thing in all the world I want, is spelt ‘y’, ‘o’, ‘u’;
but dinner is not ever going to be option for there’s an ocean in the way,
we won’t be having dinner tomorrow, we won’t be having dinner any other day.
I’ll admit, perhaps I’m totally crazy, I realise that I’m a fool,
for I know I’m probably not that popular and I know I ain’t that cool,
but even with these many words writ and read, I want with you something special; an unbelievably amazing romance
that could sweep you off your feet, and I’d say ‘screw it’ to anything that stood in my way for I’d give everything for a chance
to kiss your oh so unfathomably gorgeous crimson lips on a starry moonlit night;
I know I’m not awesome, but perhaps I can prove that I’m the one; that I’m your Mr. Right.

 ‘Kiss me darling’ I would say to you, ‘touch me’, ‘let me know I’m real;
you are all I truly want, and all that I long to do is feel
your beating heart’, for you are all I ever seem to care
about, and to have you, I call upon the winged prayer
of a Heavenly angel, and I call on Jesus Christ himself
to give unto me the power and to provide to me the wealth
to offer you a marvellous life filled with all you will ever truly need,
and to have you, I’ll face off with the volcano’s edge and I will burn and bleed,
for I must admit, I am through with this façade, this fabrication if you will, and no false truth will ever make do,
than to have the single most gorgeous woman on all the Earth in my arms today, to forever and always have you,
because I do not dare wish to be relegated to a forgotten bitter memory in your eventual past or visualised as just another Facebook friend,
but at the same time I am morbidly terrified that by making any sudden moves, whatever I already have with you may come to an unforeseeable end.

Have I spoken out of just term? Have I been impolite and said too much?
Sometimes I can be like that, being a soporific romantic and such,
but do not ever think my words aren’t real, don’t ever think they are not true;
do not think for but one second that I do not have strong feelings for you.
For I write this piece filled with many rhymes and stanzas for you and only you,
and perhaps I should not confess to this, but I haven’t said all that I want to,
for there’s unfortunately still much weighing upon my heart and still there’s much weighing on my chest;
I must say all that needs to be said, else I promise I will never again be able to rest,
and although there’s but a couple sentences left, due to their content, I wish to say them to you in person.
I wish that the opportunity I seek indeed had the possibility of coming to fruition,
for certain words are better spoken rather than scrawled across the page from several hundred miles away;
and what I wish to express begins and ends with this promise my lady, ‘I will love you every day.’

I feel you are level headed, or is that fear that I be feeling whenever I passionately think of such rare beauty,
who I fear may take one look at the stanzas past and present and may begin to loathe, and perhaps even be frightened of me.
On that note, just remember, I’m a Scorpio, and like any good scorpion I might be aggressive but I will love you forever;
we don’t have to passionately kiss; we don’t have to lovingly hug; we don’t have to romantically touch; we don’t have to be together
because my feelings will never change. I remember everyone I have loved, and I still love them with all my heart and my soul,
and you, young lady, needn’t ever be jealous or scared, because you are the one piece that I require to be heart and whole,
for I really truly love you, more than you could ever fathom, believe or even know;
my only wish is that there was a way to let my uncontrollably strong feelings show.
I do not mean on a piece of paper, or over the internet; I am way past that;
I want to stand beside you and temporarily remove from you your broad brimmed straw hat,
so I could have direct access to your face, and touch your skin with my fingertips,
and just when I believe things couldn’t be any better I’d gently kiss your lips.

If I were to suddenly find myself at the end of my life’s journey on the hour of my death,
the last words I want to say that linger upon my rich, rose coloured lips as I take my last breath
would be your name, before you bestow upon me with your crimson lips an amazing kiss of life,
that immediately removes from me and my existence inevitable impending strife
as to allow me the gift of living just a little longer to look upon your beauty some more.
I can assure you, although I don’t know how, you are the love of my life that I have been searching for,
but for now, I will hide my feelings where they cannot be seen or found, and I will simply pretend,
that I am not infatuated with you, no, I’ll make myself look like another blogger friend
until the day I am given the opportunity to tear down this unshakable masquerade,
and in my heart on this blessed occasion will be held a terrifically romanticised parade
unlike any other, that will put every romanticised event of the heart held before it to immeasurable shame.
I only wish, that if this were a love story, as I wish it were, that at the end, like a fairytale, your gorgeous heart I could claim.

You, my lady, are like gravity; you are like the wind; you are like the air
I breathe. I can never see you, but I know deep down that you are always there,
and if you were to concentrate, you would feel me too; that gentle warmth running across your shoulder –
that is me holding onto you, soothing you, pleasuring you, as the nights grow a little colder, 
for you look upon the same moon as I, and your face is illuminated by the exact same sun,
and just like I know that these words I write are one hundred percent whole and true, I know you are the one
for me. But perhaps you have been hurt, and if such be true, I do apologise, but what you hypothetically had with a last partner was not love,
so I beg of you, blame it only on the man who was a fool to ever harm such fair beauty, but blame it not on the Heavens in the sky above
for the horrific pain that your little heart should not have had, but was forced to endure
every waking minute, for true love is all you’ll ever need-true love’s the only cure
to your pain. Now, I realise I don’t know you as well as I should – in fact I probably don’t know much at all really, but I do know one thing to be true;
young lady, I really, truly, undoubtedly, unfathomably, passionately have the strongest of all strong feelings for your heart, because ma’am, I love you.

I cannot imagine that you were ever born on Earth, so I guess you must be a member of fairer Heaven,
for I am but a shipwreck stranded at sea, and you are my lighthouse guiding me home; my precious blonde haired beacon.
I fear I have been without a certain someone, a certain paramour, for far too long now, and in doing so perhaps my words are sounding desperate,
and this in turn may be why I have decidedly fallen for the woman whose beauty is so astronomical that she deserves the certificate
for been the most beautiful woman in all the known universe, and on the night that you do win, so would be a time for the most expensive wine
to be drunk in cause of this epic celebration, for never was there a woman so elegant, so luscious, so amazing or so divine.
I wish that I, like Peter Pan could fly up towards the Heavens, and that you young lady, could be my Wendy, or perhaps a Tinkerbell,
for never would there be a better story than the one about how I feel for you, never would there be a story I would want to tell
more so than this, for I cannot help but want you, even if I initially only wished to have myself a gorgeous muse,
because out of the three billion something women in all the world around us, you are the one I would always happily choose
to be forever mine. My only wish is that you quit writing; no more journaling; no more poetry; no more prose,
for you writing is so seductive; second thoughts, please keep writing, for I could not live without your words I do suppose.

I wonder if there could ever be a time when you could look back and remember who I was.
Maybe I would have meant something to you deep inside, maybe not too. I only ask because
you’re gorgeous, you really are; never in all my years have I had the pleasure of having a fairer face reflected in  my hazel pupils,
and when I think of you my heart beats faster, I find it hard to breathe, and certain parts of my body become harder, including my nipples.
Moreover I do believe I know the identities of a couple other men who have fallen in love with you;
there is a boy in a hat, a man whose name starts with a ‘D’ and a few others who have remained anonymous too.
Now, hypothetically, if you were to choose to have a romance fuelled relationship with one of us (I know you won’t, but sill, if you were)
please, I implore you to take my advice when I say; choose any man that you wish, for that is your prerogative, just don’t choose this young sir.
I do not say such words with confidence, nor do I say them with ease, but with a heartbreakingly weak sigh,
for I believe these men could offer you more, and maybe have more love in their hearts, and with that thought, goodbye.
If there’s one thing I want you to realise, it’s that I love you, this I need you to know,
because it is said by many a man that when you love someone you have to let them go.

I wonder if the someone I am writing about here is reading these words right now.
My powers of prediction are less than adequate, but I wish this were true somehow.
‘Neither of us have met’ you might state, before asking ‘how can you fall for someone who lives on the other side of the world?’
and I would graciously reply in response ‘you are intelligent, you are so gifted, you are cute and you are a girl;
that’s all I’m looking for, that I’m certain of, that’s what I know,
so, please don’t leave me be, please, young lady, do not let me go.’
I wish there was zero chance of you leaving me behind and quite the opposite of you staying where you are, but I know that’s just reckless, blind, hope,
masquerading as the impeccable ability that which I have ignorantly and egotistically created that can help me cope.
I agree; my feelings may be a lot of things – delusional, deranged, insane perhaps – but they need no explanation,
for in all the world; in all its beauty; in all its contents; in all its uniqueness, you are my wanted destination,
for I feel that I need you the way I need to breathe; the way I need to drink; the way I need to eat and I am certain that all of you reading this can relate when I admit how I have a constant dire need for oxygen,
just as I have a dire need for you. As for your identity, here’s a clue; your name begins with the third letter of the alphabet, or perhaps the tenth; other than that, I ain’t admitting to anything without a reason.

You can’t make someone love you; it’s an unfortunate fact I’ve found, but someone can make you love them with but a twitch of their eye,
or perhaps a smile, a light hearted giggle or an intelligent quote, and then you know without them, your heart and soul will die.
Upon finding you, I will love to run my hand through your exotic hair and stare into your utterly ravishing blue eyes,
that are as clear, flawless and amazing as the Heavens that hang above me, and the never ending cloud free cerulean skies
and even though the truth might always times infinity be that we are a couple hundred thousand miles apart,
the distance, it don’t really matter, for there is nothing ever between us because you are always in my heart.
I’d run a thousand miles just to hear you say my real name, for you know I’m not a ‘Derek’, no, I’m a ‘Nicholas’,
and even though my words may seem oddly strange, I can forever assure you that my feeling’s ain’t ridiculous.
Now, I know I’m not the only man who feels such feelings; there are many men who crave you, and they number in the millions,
and every single one of them is vying for your gorgeous beating heart, your flawless love and your undying affection.
However, I will want them to know, that I am a ravenous wolf, hungry for passionate love, and without you my dear, I will eventually starve,
and I am so greedy and conniving that I do not wish to share you;  I want you alive and whole and I irrefutably refuse to go halves.

Many a man on this Earth will dream of something, and my dream is to be with you. I will be but yours, all you hath do is say the word and you can have your way with me and do with me what you will.
Like a plastic figurine, you can contort my frame into a menagerie of odd shapes; you can twist and turn me in and out, and if it shall be your command you could harm, injure or even kill
me, for as long as I am with you, any moment will be but beautiful, for we both shall be side by side,
and nothing could make me feel more alive; nothing could be more magical; nothing could provide me with such pride
and happiness as I am girt by your love, and you with mine forevermore in a moment truly more marvellous than anything imagined
by anyone with a creative heart, soul and mind, because I do not believe such would  be pure happenstance; I believe we are but destined
to be together. However, proven am I, a romantic already, and I fear my heart be but contaminated with such failed logic,
but even with such written words placed upon this blank page, I know deep within myself that to be with you tonight would absolutely do the trick.
But could you ever truly lower yourself to be with someone of lower standing, aptitude and grace,
who would gladly come after you with all that he has, but if the tables were reversed, you would not give chase,
because you are you and I am me and I tremble with real fear at the general idea that the angel Cupid did not want for me to feel emotions that were ever quite so powerful, quite so delusional, or quite so wild,
but just know – if you ever want to love a man who you can rely upon to never fall out of love with you (unless Tara Mokhtari falls for me which is highly unlikely), just call the name of this lover, just call for Derek Childs.

Ma’am, I am no Roman Payne; I ain’t no Brad Pitt, and I am no Ryan Gosling,
and by the conclusion of this day, I will not be the man you shall be kissing.
Like all the other many men infatuated with you, we be but early foot soldiers in the war for your love,
for never was there a more beautiful woman in all existence than the one who hath fallen from Heaven above.
Like a falling star, you bring about many a positive feeling, a sense of hope and longing and all round good fortune,
and I take my one and only opportune chance to make the wish I dream to be mine beneath the light of the crescent moon,
in the hope that one day perhaps I could be an object of desire, longing and affection in your handsome heart,
and if good luck be bestowed upon me, forever shall a love affair be kindled and never shall we be apart,
because I do  believe that a dream depicting you would be beyond delightful, but a life with you would be oh so much better,
because I cannot imagine anything more fascinating than spending time with the young woman I want to be with forever,
because you truly are, as far as I can honestly tell, without a single flaw you inhuman Godlike seductress. I do not just think such thoughts, I know them for a fact, because you are physically, mentally and spiritually beautiful, and have a beautiful soul and smile as well, and I find myself wondering, would you too be a beautiful kisser?
I would very much appreciate the opportunity to taste the flavour of your kiss and discover the truth of this for myself, but I definitely doubt that anyone as amazing as you could be anything but fabulous in this regard, for there has not ever been a woman who captivated me so the likes of Lady Ginger.

I may have to warn you now before you acquire the wrong impression, I have always been attracted to women who were a little older,
and the intense feelings I have for you dear heart linger on inside me like an immovable object; an incredibly ignoramus boulder,
for you have captured my love heart effortlessly and now with all your talent, you perform like an eccentric ballerina upon its centre stage,
and at day’s end I’m certain of love and I realise I don’t care about the differences, just as I know it would be impolite to ask your age,
just like it would be deviously nefarious of I to ask about your religion; your culture; your background,
besides, none of this affects nor concerns me because true love and beauty I have inevitably, finally found,
but in any case, I do not give a darn about the multitude of differences that separate us so, and all I really care
about is you, always and forever unto the end of time, I will love thee; the woman with the radiance of a solar flare
and I need not stress again how deeply I feel for you, cuz I’ve stressed it numerously over the course of this truthfully honest piece.
I probably have no need articulating your beauty as I already have and my feelings are obviously not going to cease,
and now, I add, this mild mannered man, this dubious author, this aspiring poet, will ask that you please,
consider granting me the chance, and allow me to be your lover, your fighter, your heart’s romantic disease.

I swear to you, I will not ever go quietly into that good night
and I will not ever give up without putting up a tremendous fight
until I have confessed to you all that is weighing so heavily upon my body, heart and mind,
regardless of whether you feel my words are redundant for within them the truth you shall always find.
However, I will admit to you now, I don’t know how to articulate my feelings, I don’t know what to say,
all I know is that you are beautiful; you are incredibly sweet; you are attractive with a capital ‘A’
and a gargantuan explanation point at the end, and I know that what I am feeling is love, I am absolutely sure,
and I am unequivocally certain that in all the world, no one else could ever have such strong feelings or ever love you more,
even though you speak of already being in love. If this be true, then my heart is weighed with much sorrow as I confess that your lover, he is a very lucky guy,
and I hope he realises this, for many a man would agree that it would be so easy to make the decision to do anything, even if that meant to die
to be where he’s standing now – with you; the single most gorgeous woman in all the world, both physically, spiritually and every other way imaginable. I do not say these words lightly; I speak only from the heart and my heart does not dare develop wild illusions nor ever communicate with a forked tongue.
Even if you do not accept me, and I am certain that you won’t and I understand why, I will have you know; a millennia from now someone may read this verse, and in these words they will read of you; your beauty; your intellect; your graciousness; your skills; for in this verse you are, forever and always alive – and young.

End Notes:
The conclusion; the epilogue if you will; the final piece of the puzzle must always be as elegant as the story that came before it as to allow the reader to feel complete. I haven’t the words to succeed in this endeavour, so allow me to simply write; if you have a certain someone that does not know how you feel for them – be sure to tell them you are in love tonight.
Thank you for reading these words dear reader.

5 Minutes To Go

SYNOPSIS: A hypothetical scenario of the end of the world and who one would like to spend those last few minutes with.

Why does the world’s largest catastrophe
have to happen to you and me?
We could not contain global warming
and now our planet is exploding.
Angry red fire burns us alive
but in the end our love survives.
Although we fall under annihilation,
love remains our greatest salvation.

Here under the Milky Way
our world is slowly blown away.
There’s nothing we could do
so let me hold onto you.
Please forget the world’s on fire,
tonight you are my single greatest desire.
As the world begins to blow,
we only have five minutes to go.

We stare into each other’s eyes
as our world begins to die.
I hold you close to my heart,
even in death, we won’t be apart,
I hold you tightly my precious pearl,
as we say goodbye to our world.
We remember all the things we have done
as our flesh is joined together as one.

If the world was truly about to end
I would undoubtedly love to spend
every dying minute alone with you
until the world’s destruction took me from you.
When the world swallows your face,
there’d be nothing which could replace
my undying love that’ll last forever,
in Heaven we’ll always be together.

Confession

SYNOPSIS: This following poem is actually not really a poem at all. It was a song lyric I wrote back when I was with a band which was never actually turned into a piece. Well, it was lying around gathering dust so I thought it better to upload the bastard than to leave it around and allow it to go to waste. Basically, it is the story of a proposal of marriage.

Love, you’re mine to be,
standing here by my side.
We’ve shared the laughter and the tears,
now you’re here with me.
You will be mine tonight,
and will be throughout the years.

I can no longer pretend,
you’re the cure to this obsession.
You’re all I have to defend,
and I know I’ve made the right decision.
Anything that hurts I’ll always mend,
which is why I ask this question.
Just please, give me a second;
I need to make a confession.

I’ll give all my love to you
wrapped in a gentle kiss.
I feel your skin touch mine
and swear I’ll always love you.
I penetrate your gentle lips
and promise to be yours ‘til the end of time.

I can no longer pretend,
you’re the cure to this obsession.
You’re all I have to defend,
and I know I’ve made the right decision.
Anything that hurts I’ll always mend,
which is why I ask this question.
Just please, give me a second;
I need to make a confession.

I hold your hands and kiss your skin
and feel your love surround me.
I drink to you a glass of wine
and know our love shall deepen.
You have always been my fantasy,
and now you’re forever mine.

I can no longer pretend,
you’re the cure to this obsession.
You’re all I have to defend,
and I know I’ve made the right decision.
Anything that hurts I’ll always mend,
which is why I ask this question.
Just please, give me a second;
I need to make a confession.

Metropolis Me

SYNOPSIS: About the rekindling of a friendship that incorporated romanticised feelings after so many years of being apart, and the wish that this friendship could grow into something much more powerful and everlasting. The man in the story is broken to some extent, and whether this be physical or emotional is up to reader discretion.

You were born in north east Victoria, raised in Sydenham;
fell in love at age fourteen to a young man from north Melbourne.
Four years later that dream was over, he didn’t give love a second chance
and then you went to college where you studied gymnastics, drama and dance.
It was in that same year the both of us happened to meet so suddenly,
you were the smart attractive student, whilst the opposite was played by me.
When we met, the two of us were complete and utter strangers,
but inside my heart I felt such extraordinary changes.

When we first met and I told you my feelings, I could have instead not said a word,
but my heart, it said to me ‘I will not allow these strong feelings to go unheard.
I would spend my life forever in your arms if given the choice,
moreover, I would do almost anything just to hear your voice.
One hundred is the number of days since last I laid eyes on your pretty face,
one million is the number of times I’ve thought of you since we met in that place.
I have thoughts of you, constantly, running throughout my mind,
true love together, in the future, we could one day find.

However, such written words, without action, are almost meaningless,
without the actual emotion they could never truly impress.
That is why I ask if we could meet up tomorrow yet again
and rekindle that age old flame, whilst making jokes with an old friend.
I may seem incredibly young, but I am not emotionally weak,
all of these thoughts and feelings I have buried inside me, I wish to speak;
and so instead they are typed up, in a badly written love poem,
it’s described this way for I’ve never written one with heart, soul and solemn.

Inevitably, only a stubborn fool could believe in love;
a fool I must be for falling for an angel from up above.
Intense, powerful and passionate emotions could easily begin
the moment I touch, taste and smell your divine and lusciously silky skin.
Immediately after this occurrence we could make true love for the first time,
an occurrence that for me, would be forever unto eternity; sublime.
Nothing could be better as I dance inside you; within your secret garden,
with its hydrated rainforest canopy and continuous seduction.

If you chose to live by my side I’d never need to have happiness or wealth,
yet another of the many things I wanted to accomplish for myself.
There have been so many things I’ve wanted to do which have been barred from my life;
I wanted to settle down, make a child; a daughter and have you as my wife.
Instead, I believe I can say without a flickering shadow of a doubt,
that you will never know how I feel for you until this life of mine runs out.
I wish when they spoke about ‘forever’ they’d be talking about us; me and you,
there is nothing else in this world I would ever dream of committing myself to.

When I look into the mirror, a broken man is all I ever see,
I wish you could bear witness to the romantic places inside of me.
I doubt you’ve ever seen my face for it’s hidden behind a mask of emotions,
if you don’t want to see me again just tell me and I’ll obey your instructions.
I’ll admit, I don’t want to remove from my heart someone who has left such a mark,
for when we first met you came to me like the brightest light in the gathering dark.
In truth I want to provide to you all the love in my heart and soul,
I believe I’m to be the man whose destiny is to make you whole.

Without you I am lost within the boundaries of the twilight zone,
I am exactly like that old dog who has lost his favorite bone.
All of the things that we have done we can always undo,
however, the one thing I would never replace – is you.
I am yet to realise if it’s you or my mind that I am losing,
if I don’t have you in my life it will be my heart that I’m abusing.
Inevitably I should use my heart before it is ground up into dust,
before I die I hope to give it to you; the only woman whom I lust.

All I have to give to you are these three words every day and night;
if only such words could constantly fill you with ravishing delight.
I do not have a million dollars, nor do I have handsome looks,
I could never provide to you the fairytale inside children’s books;
I do not have a luxurious car, nor do I have an amazing career;
could you ever sleep beside and love such a person? I don’t think you could I fear.
If you were to suddenly turn away and leave I would be forced to ask you ‘why?
Have I not tried to give you everything?’ I would ask, as I began to cry.

I wish you could stay with me tonight to watch this life of mine unfold
and experience together the greatest love story never told.
However, we are constantly separated by forests, rivers and seas,
I cannot wait for you to one day return back home once more and marry me.
I dream of such an occurrence transpiring almost every single day;
I wish love could quit wearing a disguise and instead transform into a foray.
So please, tie your long hair back, put your perfume on and make your face look just so pretty
and then meet me, your man always and forever, in your local suburban city.

MY VALENTINE

SYNOPSIS: My interpretation of a Valentine’s Day poem.

I believe I have to say what I need to say,
and all I need to do so is a good old fashioned rhyme.
Before meeting you, as far as I was concerned the world could still be flat instead of round,
however, upon saying hello, you had me, in your vice like grip.
Addendum; I don’t wish to frighten you away,
for what I have been looking for has been you this entire time.
I am just so glad that the one true love of my life I have now found,
and, like a puppy, I follow you everywhere, attached to your hip.

I wish upon a falling star that all my fantasies come true;
this dream of ours that we’ve been living I could not forget,
for it will always remain inside me, like my mind, my lungs, my heart – forever.
If this ain’t at all enough, I think about you all the time,
for I only wish to spend the rest of my existence with you.
Moreover, I clearly remember the day we first met,
where it felt as though the universe only existed to bring us together.
That feeling today is just as strong; it is just as sublime.

There is so much I wish to tell you, because on Valentine’s Day you speak the truth to the one you love.
My heart will never belong to anyone else; I am forever and always yours;
you are the only woman in the entire universe I crave,
and when with you, I experience a truly endless fantasy.
This is the truth I say; I swear it on my mother, on my father, on the God’s in Heaven above,
and my love for you, it is comparative to a storm, but it don’t rain, no, it pours,
and the rain, it is so continuous, it becomes a tidal wave;
my beautiful lady, I am afraid you are beachside property.

I do not ever wish for you to be as foolish as I,
for all of my generalisations on love; the each of them came undone,
the moment I was captured by your beauty as I marveled at your intellect, which is all so blissfully pleasing,
because you will do to ride the river with.
I do not exaggerate this, but without you I will die,
cuz I have fallen for the woman whose radiance is equal to the sun.
You constantly create butterflies within my stomach; you make it hard to breathe, and you always leave my heart racing,
and if you’re the sword, then I’ll be your blacksmith.

You were as Heavenly as an angel, as beautiful as a sunset and as sweet as a rainbow,
and to this day and the days to come you still are, as I long and behold
an incredible exotic paradise of unrivalled beauty, comprised with genuine perfection,
that has swept me off my feet and stolen my breath away; there ain’t nothing I regret.
You gave a heart to this tin man, provided courage to this lion and breathed life into this scarecrow.
I won’t allow the story of my love for you to ever go untold,
my love is the answer to your need for romance, the answer to your frequently contemplated question.
My heart is like a rifle; I have it cocked, loaded, and aiming at you; my target.

No, I don’t need a doctor, all I need is your affection,
you are as steamy as volcanic lava, as hot as a burnin’ bush,
and it is I, who is able to enjoy the glory,
for it is in your arms that I have finally discovered myself.
I wish to own your heart, and to always have your attention,
because I love everything about you, from your gorgeous face to your tosh.
Together, we can now write our very own love story
and you can have my love, which is comparative to all this world’s wealth.

I am usually quite confident, elegant and cool.
Never have I played the part of the tragically, hopeless romantic.
And now, may I confess to you, without hope nor agenda,
that whenever you are in need of me, I will gladly put in the time,
and although I have been turned into love’s all seeing fool,
and although what I’m about to say may sound terribly dramatic,
I will always be your only prince, and your heart’s defender,
even if you were to commit an atrocity or many an awful crime.

I will always love you until this beating heart of mine gives out.
I need no evidence to support me, I need no proof;
believing me to be a liar is out of the question,
for I know I are eternally yours, just as you are mine.
I will gladly talk out my feelings, or if you want, I can shout;
I am not afraid to do so, because I speak the truth.
Now, with your permission, may I offer you a confession;
today I will show my true feelings for you, my Valentine.

When we went to our first nightclub, I stood there dumbfounded and in a trance,
the first time I saw your body moving upon the disco floor.
Please forgive me for this question, but do you love me? I apologise for this question, but I feel the need to ask,
because without you I would have been lost, and I would never have been found,
for it is only with you that I have discovered a whirlwind romance.
The taste of your delicious lips leaves me hungry for love and more,
and if your love was a deliciously moist and thirst quenching liquid, I would only too gladly drink from its flask
cuz I ain’t nearly quite my usual self, whenever you are not around.

You may not think you have much, but what you do have, you certainly have a lot,
for it is only you, and only you alone, who has broken through all of my defences.
Hypothetically, if your love was a dish, it would be dessert following an exquisite meal;
if your love was corporeal, I would take it and never let it go, and its hand I would always hold;
and if you’re an angel, you are most certainly Cupid, for I’ve just been shot.
When I realised I loved you it happened; I officially woke up and came to my sensors,
unable to fathom the relationship I had discovered because it is just so surreal,
in which your love is comparative to emeralds, diamonds, bronze, silver, and not to mention; solid gold.

These words I produce seem ludicrous, but they are not a fantasy;
I need not hear the words you’re saying, for I know they’ll be divine.
You may find it difficult to accept these words as the almighty truth,
but the acceptance of this moreover, is the only way to be whole.
I know the sun is yellow, just as I know you are in love with me,
cuz I know your destiny lies in synchronicity with mine.
My want to never be leaving you constitutes my everlasting proof;
sometimes you need to trust someone to feel the touch of a loving soul.

I do not believe this is love I feel for you, I think it is something more,
they say blood is thicker than water, but my love is thicker still.
For my heart, it is a crate of dynamite, and without you it won’t ignite,
because this love, it is the storm after the calm,
and my feelings, they break every rule in regards to love, they break every law.
For you I will die, I will live, I will fight, I will kill – I will,
because in contrast to every other woman, you are a fabulous sight;
I’m obsessed with you, but its cause for no alarm.

I love all the things you say, the richness of your intellect. I love the way you giggle, guffaw and laugh,
and I most certainly enjoy, as I always have, your incredibly pleasing voice.
You needn’t worry about me deceiving you, cuz my word, I can keep,
for you are the woman of my dreams, the woman who captivates me so it seems,
and every waking moment I spend with you I wish to seal and keep forever inside a photograph.
Loving you, as always, is certainly not a chore, it was and still is my choice,
and it don’t matter if you happen to be wide awake or fast asleep,
because if there suddenly was a war tomorrow, I would want you on my team.

I will catch you every time you begin to fall,
cuz without you in my life, who could I ever love, and what could I ever do,
because without you, this life I live, it just ain’t worth living.
I need you in this life of mine, because I know you like the back of my hand;
when with you, I ain’t scared of anything at all,
however, the one thought that terrifies me the most, is the fear of losing you.
I should not fear this, cuz of all the love I have been giving,
and I hope and pray you never leave me and that these feelings you understand.

My heart was once wild and unforgiving, but with you it is so calm.
I would do anything to keep this feeling, would go to any length,
because never have I felt such pain than when we are apart.
I know you believe I’m indestructible, but without you I certainly am not;
you are the one thing, the one person, my one love, who keeps me from harm;
the one person who gives to me unfathomably, unlimited strength.
But this strength, it wanes and dies, when the two of us are apart.
If I lost my memory, you, your face and your love would never, ever be forgot.

Out of all the voices in the world, it is yours I always long to hear,
cuz even when I am down, you always make me feel so much better.
I admit, I have become infatuated; you are my one obsession.
This I will express to you tonight, whilst we enjoy some wine,
and, like that, I can’t wait to spend with you another thousand billion years.
I remember all that you said to me; I kept all of your love letters.
This is one of two things I have to say, for I have another confession;
today, I will show my true feelings for you, my Valentine.

After I first saw you, I did something I ain’t proud to admit to yer, and it made me go blind,
and there was not but a single thing in this great wide world that I could see until I saw you again,
because it is only in your eyes that I am alive, it is only in your eyes that I’m whole,
and when you are not around, I am no longer myself anymore.
Every waking moment I spend with you is so fantastic, every waking moment I wish to rewind
so I can experience it again. I need you as my lover, cuz I could never be just friends,
because you get to me on every level; you get to my every place, you get inside my soul,
and in those moments, like a bird through the clouds, I believe I can soar.

It is said that one should always greet the morning, but without you, what is there to greet?
For me, the distance – it just ain’t no good, for we should always be in close proximity.
When without you, such an experience is so awfully hard to swallow,
surrounded by heinous torment and grievous, romanticised bruises and scars.
Wherever you may go or wherever you may be, please, my darling, save me a seat,
 for we should always stay together, ain’t that the truth, because we are our own destinies.
Without you, my body, it’s vacant; it feels so empty, it feels so hollow,
and this feeling continues whenever I am millions of miles from where you are.

The romanticised beast inside me comes out, when the moon and the stars fill up the sky.
I become a violent predator on the prowl for you, and you should have heeded your friends’ warnings when they said to you ‘beware.’
But even with this said, I know you love me; you may not be able to convey it verbally, but it is written in your bedroom eyes,
not to mention that wondrous smile of yours that could light up this whole city,
and neither compliment I can assure you my darling is a fabricated lie,
for no matter where you are, whether it’s at your parents, in a tree, or having the worst day of your life; I wish to be there,
because your eyes, they stare right through me with their physically ravishing properties, and if they could talk, they would surely say to me ‘surprise.’
Dear God my luscious lady love, you are so unbelievably pretty.

I will build you a palace with my two strong hands,
and I’ll build us a church for the two of us to get married in.
Let’s invite everyone to the wedding, from our BFF’s to our mothers,
and at the same time, I will stitch you up a brilliant white dress.
When you’re drunk and disorderly, I’ll help you stand,
and after we get married, then the titillation can begin,
for I can say without a doubt, that I’ve never felt this way for no other,
my ever loving, ever beautiful, angelic temptress.

Your love is comparative to Godzilla; it is a terrifying huge and amazing creature,
whilst I am but millions of screaming Japanese, running for their lives.
Like the weather, you continuously change my environment cuz you are a force of nature, you are a hurricane,
but instead of normal droplets in a storm, these droplets are chubby, for they contain your love; yes, your love is in the rain.
In contrast to the rest of you, my love, your heart is quite possibly your single most fabulous feature,
and if I was a working bee, you would be the Queen of my heart’s hive.
For I would follow you anywhere, whether it be to Japan, Canada, New York, Africa, Mexico or Spain,
and when I am but a broken man, you are the most fabulous, no, scratch that; you are truly the only cure to my pain.

If I should die before I wake, I give to you, and only you my soul to take.
You may not know why I say this, and you may not believe me when I say you are perfect,
but you are the definition of such a word,
and when you waltz into a room, all the men look to me with jealousy, unable to look away.
Some may not bet on our relationship, but I’d bet on us, cuz I know the stakes.
When it comes to the building of love, romance and relationships, we are their architect,
and although I realise such may sound absurd,
I know that I love you because I have to express it to you physically cuz there’s nothing left to say.

If my heart was a reality program, I’d gladly have you as its host,
and if you are comparative to alcohol, then I admit, I am officially intoxicated
because I wish to always have you in my life, in a relationship that is successful.
You are my personal demon, my guardian angel, my ever delightful curse;
it is you and only ever you who I cherish, adore and love the most.
I sit here and hope, and  pray too, that this confession of love I have granted you don’t sound spasticated,
because I really, truly, madly, unfathomably love you, cuz you are so wonderful.
Your untainted beauty is the exclamation point at the end of this very verse.

On the days when I was weak, you made me feel so strong,
and, no matter the cost, I will gladly pay the price.
Unless it is something, or someone, I do not wish to part with, cuz that I was not suggestin’,
because you I could never lose, cuz you’re totally divine,
and it’s only in your arms I’ve found where I belong.
This feeling, it’s superb; one I could never sacrifice,
but these words I have said, are not all I have to say my love, for I have another confession;
today I will show my true feelings for you, my Valentine.

Love is the only emotion in this relationship of ours, there is no such thing as hate.
This romance the two of us share together, it is an incredible journey, it is a fantastical trip,
for if you laugh, I’ll laugh beside you, and if you cry I’ll dry your tears,
and I will be faithfully yours, forever and always, that is the truth I swear.
When our souls are gone from this Earth, they will write stories of our love, and how we were joined by fate.
I have not sinned in regards to love, and unlike so many others, when I get to Heaven, I won’t get the whip.
I could never hurt you, for when I see you, my pain, it disappears,
and in the end my everything will be everywhere, and nothing will be nowhere.

I can’t believe you’re a part of humanity, a member of mankind
because you are just so wonderful; perfect; beautiful; like an unidentified alien,
and all those other men, ‘em lovebirds, they’re equally as cool as I, if not more so,
but would any of them ever write a poem for you?
Without you I am lost; I am trapped in a world where I have lost my mind,
for you are my unwavering source of support, inspiration, enjoyment and motivation.
If I was a car, I would constantly be in park without you and I’d never go,
so, if you are not here beside me, what am I to do?

I love you more than Jesus, more than any other God; your words are my bible,
for what we have is as equally special as the vows of Moses.
I guess what I am attempting to say my love, is ‘I love you ma’am’,
and there is no limit to what endeavors I will dare to accomplish to touch you and your body; to feel your flesh on mine and to kiss those luscious lips of yours,
because without you in my arms tonight, I cannot guarantee my survival.
If I could, I would provide to you an infinite field of roses,
for if my love were weighed, it would register in tones, not kilograms.
Not a thing on this Earth moreover, will stop me from having you. I will knock out every person; I will crash through every barricade; I will break down every door.

Without you, my life, it is officially over;
I’m nothing more than a lifeless, living cadaver.
We are never as good as we are when we’re together,
and just like I know that you’re my best friend,
I know I would step over my very own mother,
waltz through a volcanic river of molten lava,
and climb my way to the top of the tallest sky scraper,
if it meant I could see you once again.

Out of all the women I have ever known, only one of them has ever got inside my head.
You know this one is you, owner of my heart, for if I’m a Montague, you’re my Capulet, and if I am Shakespeare’s Romeo, then you are my Juliet,
because, like those star-crossed lovers, I am infected by your unfathomably, unimaginable beauty.
I needn’t explain myself, nor the words that I possess. I needn’t admit my feelings, or how you’ve captivated me in an untainted fantasy,
but I guess I just did. Where we experience love, other’s experience something else instead;
they are caught up in a nightmare from the imagination of the Brothers Grimm. Safe to say, I am happy enough to admit I don’t have not one regret.
However; there is a pain I feel; it comes from being away from you, which is worse than intolerable cruelty.
I admit, your name ain’t Queen Elizabeth, Cleopatra or Joan of Arc. No; you’re a new generation of amazing, and your name is Pure Beauty.

With you I am John Keats, William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar and Alexander the Great. I am passionate, I am loved, I am finally complete.
And often I find myself caught up in my own thoughts and pondering with endless wonder;
what did you think when you saw me for the very first time?
I know what I thought; I thought you were sublime, an angel; something from a fairytale.
Like the towering pyramids, a huge metropolis, the Heavenly realm of Paradise and Kelly’s ‘Cow in a Tree’, you are an amazing feat.
You are indescribably intoxicating, and can strike me down like cosmic thunder.
Often I try to describe you with that so perfect rhyme,
but you are too amazingly perfect, and I can’t, so I inevitably fail.

When you love someone, you are supposed to let them go, or so I’ve been told,
and if they come back to you, as faithful as ever, that it’s truly meant to be.
I usually don’t believe in fables, or in romanticised fairytales,
for I know that the love we share, that the relationship we have, has potential,
because from the moment I laid my eyes on you I knew my heart was sold.
I don’t have to say no more, but I believe and I know that I have to decree
that the love, especially the true romance we share together never fails
because you, your love, and everything you have to offer me, is quintessential.

Like all the best things, you should be made illegal,
cuz even when I feel so bad, you make even the worst thing feel so right.
However, I should accept the blame, for my compass pointed me in your direction,
and like a fantastical angel, you always look so fine,
and, like a drug, without you life’s unbearable.
You are like my cancer, but besides that, in the darkness you are my light,
but this here ain’t all I have to say, for I have for you, yet another confession;
today, I will show my true feelings for you, my Valentine.

Just so Perfect

Synopsis: About a woman who is, as the title suggests, ‘just so perfect’, yet she is at the time wounded from her previous relationship and is in need of consolidating. The piece also tells the story of the man who has loved her so all these years and has only just realised that what he has felt all this time was indeed love, and not a fabrication.

I hear many voices; all of which are so clear.
I can hear them talking, but I can’t believe my ears.
You broke up with your boyfriend,
that is the talk of the town.
You were the greatest girlfriend,
but now you live with a frown.
To have you in my life I would do anything.
I mean that, because to me you’re everything.

You are so beautiful,
more than incredible,
you are just so overly cute,
want to say ‘I love you’
but it seems so moot.
Now what can I do
when my love is a defect
and you are just so perfect.

It sucks to realise love has been there all along.
How could I never see it? Is that right or wrong?
When I expressed to you ‘you’re beautiful’
I admit, I unfortunately lied,
for your beauty is unfathomable
and in my heart, I feel for you inside.
To be with you no sacrifice would be too great,
just as there is no promise, I would ever break.

You cannot escape my love; do not try to run,
damn, it is great to have found my certain someone.
For when we are together
my heart never weeps nor cries;
as long as there is forever
my love for you will never die.
So please darling, I beg you, give my love a chance
and allow me to cripple you with this romance.

Without you I am lost; I’m not at all myself.
Your beauty is comparative to endless wealth.
I did say ‘I love you,’
but I was just so wrong.
I am in love, that part is true,
but love could never last so long.
Such a feeling tastes exactly like a first kiss.
Nothing in this world could be better than all this.

I cannot believe my extraordinary luck.
I’ve managed to find the flower I wish to pluck.
You’re more radiant than Heaven above,
but sometimes you act so negatively.
I get to my feet to defend my love
and without a second thought you slay me.
You cut me with such passion, making my heart sigh,
and then I remember, that true love never dies.