First EncounterIntertwined with our eyes, I see that is almost the fit of my shoe.
Not because it is stronger or more intelligent than most, but because she has achieved what few have achieved throughout life.
She has found a weakness in my defense.
All their movements are so elegant, so graceful, so perfect, so ... maybe too perfect.
As the sound of your voice can silence the world and the touch of your skin makes my body shiver.
And when I look into your eyes ... Well, let's just say I'm overwhelmed by your warm, wonderful and magnetic charisma, as if we were just her and me, as if everything else had ceased to exist.
I close my eyes with the intention of blocking all that information, but I know that will be etched in my mind, no matter how hard I try to delete it.
She loves me and accepts me as I am ... makes the decision much easier.
I convince myself that is it ... that really is it .... even long after it has vanished.
And I want everything to be perfect.
I want to be everything you dreamed it
You do not realizeHer warm voice goes straight to the heart ... love a woman I never expected...
My heart two thousand per hour, an already worn heart of earth, and happiness that I try desperately to hide.
It's not beautiful what is beautiful, it is beautiful what we like, my favorite proverb, and the life lesson I learned when I first saw you.
It has the beauty of a deserted beach, with a wild sea with its farthest limits. The hair, like the foaming waves, framing her face, covering it at times, and rebellious with the wind lets out. As if nobody looked... Perhaps she did not realize the goddess she is?
But I saw you ... Damn the second I saw you! You left a wound in my soul that adores you; It is as if something had broken, a dock, a barrier that has been released this river of tears and sobs.
A horrible suffering devours me, breathing my heat stays there, listening to the heart, feeling the skin rubbing and enveloped by the cool night wind.
Only the slow thrum of a distant clock, the surrounding bre
Nothing Out ThereI feel your heartbeat on my silent love ...
I do not seek the words in the air to capture it on paper. My word is born in my blood, and through my body with a need of you.
You fill everything, all you fill me.
Take the time you think you need to realize that you love me.
And I think the way of adore you at all times.
At the same time, it seems you not care, and I feel that I lost you.
Today I searched every woman, in all their mouths, to see if any has your same smile ... impossible.
Never mind that my love is not worth for you. I love you, I love you!
Sometimes I like to have you away to continue imagining you close.
I am by your side ... and from that moment, it will not be just another day.
My little heart starts beating faster, needlessly worried. He does not know if you will have your answers soon.
You are my illusion every day.
I shudder at the thought. A small movement and perhaps she, fragile dream glass, disappear into a thousand pieces.
What if I could ask just one thing, sil
The SacramentNo longer responds to my messages, nor my calls...
Every day hanging by a thread is my hope...
I never believe to lose my heart this way for someone else…
Now I wonder why suddenly she no longer wanted me. Why my life went empty. Why nobody answer my questions...
Nothing left without her...
Live without living in me and the hope for life is so high, that I die, because I do not die...
One day I dreamed a love like no one could ever dream it, some love it was all life, all poetry.
And the winter passed and did not come, and the spring also passed, and neither came.
I'll stop calling the Moon by your name. Maybe knows, that I died in your mouth.
You have killed more than ten times and I have been reborn in other: your eyes.
Happy images of the woman fill my confused mind.
My heart lets himself go, and for the first time is quiet. And I smile at the naive girl.
About the beauty of the night, the immortality of the spirit, the stupid of the diurnal world, the black magic, his desire
DumbMy mind still goes crazy when I imagine your words.
My mind is still surprised when I read your words.
I remember the best moments were when you said "I love you".
I remember the most beautiful words were when you whispered "I love you".
Not even your beautiful eyes, divine feeling.
Nor hear your beautiful laugh, my oasis every day. None of that was enough to satisfy my senses.
But I promise you keep my hands without memory, so that each time I touch you I do it differently.
Sometimes fear is a bad thing. Do not let me enjoy beautiful moments. If you can’t beat it, it becomes a kind of curse...
I curse the morning light, that hurts your eyes when you wake up. I curse the shadow of the night, that on his lap will find you sleep.
That if it hurts? A little... I confess
Love is an unwelcome guest.
Look how I am: and without any sadness to tell you.
This way... like crazy, trying to find you, you, my cure. I will be able to know what I think and what I touch.
Why you don't tell
AngelAngel, here you have my poem, tender heart friend, mystic girl that offers joy.
Link thousand words, in my mind releasing the most pure wishes.
Angel, you put your soul in mine, brighter than the sun and beautiful indeed.
Heaven of my soul, you came at the right time, one of the most beautiful treasures.
I know this feeling inside me is not easy to forget...
Angel, I will never forget the moment you came into my life.
You're the sky, impossible to find in the vastness.
Those poems that made you possible, sky lights pose on you every day.
Black sky, until you came, illusions and dreams without cold nights, slowly, relentlessly.
My muse, my poem I give with love, hope that the light of my words illuminate your way.
Disturbing my heart, unravel your words and your breath, impregnated with your beauty and tenderness.
Angel, I have never told you, but today I am writing: you fill the void in my heart.
Frankly I can’t lie.... I love you, my inspiration.
Angel, I'm anxious to see you ev
Solitary ManHe, of laminated paper; she, full of lucid emotions, finally clearer and sincere.
But among them stands a figure that breaks the protocol.
He enters her thoughts and sullies his privacy to find out that she is dominated by an authentic passion for life, which flows in the veins mixed with blood, giving strength to his artistic soul.
He has no specific age. It comes from the kingdom where nobody dies.
Sometimes feel that he is dying alive, and his only hope is the death.
He calls the living dead his friends, and calls the living, his executioners.
How many times when laugh also cries... His soul cries when her face laughs.
You are always, when I close my eyes, when I open the window, you are the image in the palm of my hands, what people see in my eyes.
You are what you are not with anyone, literary night, pulsation of death, ridiculous promise and love.
She: A black line extends her eyes ... Blurs the gray pencil, trying to make them even more beautiful. White teeth taste like mint. A
What Part of ForeverYour look was as unfathomable as it had once been.
Cold only to burn, burning just for frosting, amazing, flirty, imagined and imaginary ... do, not talk.
How you fell from heaven...
Meanwhile, my dreams with you, I'm alone with your memories, and revere my memories to keep them alive.
For me you are the rain, sliding over me…
And the moon I want to feel...
My words without saying…
The songs without singing…
And a million dreams in my mind with you…
Long lashes framing your eyes, the nose straight and that sensuous mouth whose corners are curved upward in a mocking gesture.
From my soul, the night was ours, with all its doubts and debts ...
Almost as if a great sculptor had become a human being in an ethereal creature ... my muse ...
Then I slide my hand through your skin like a brush.
A halo of light surrounding you, enhancing your femininity.
Your scent is still here, suspended in the atmosphere of this house ...
Distancing me of the penetrating gaze of yo