Your skin glows like a fresh cherry,
Blossoms tasty as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your crystal clear voice
And leaps like a young colt at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great butterfly wing.
I am comforted by your hat that I carry into the twilight of songbeams.
I hold next to my lips.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of sorrow.
As my eyes fall from my old scarf, it reminds me of your love.
In the quiet, I listen for the last note of the day.
My heated arms leap to yours.
I wait in the moonlight for our secret sign
So that we may run as one, arms to arms,
In search of the magnificent, pure and mystical love.
“Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.”
“We are, each of us angels with only one wing; and we can only fly by embracing one another.”
Luciano de Crescenzo
Love is like playing the piano. First you must learn to play by the rules, then you must forget the rules and play from your heart.
From the laughter of a child to the tears of a grown man
There’s a thread that runs right through us all and helps us understand
As subtle as a breeze – that fans a flicker to a flame
From the very first sweet melody to the very last refrain…
Let’s talk about love
“True love never dies for it is lust that fades away. Love bonds for a lifetime but lust just pushes away.”