One, Two, Three

1_one_two_threeFirst there was One,
It was
Amazing,
New,
Magical.
Next came Two,
It was
Growing,
Doing,
Challenging.
That led to Three,
It was
Different,
Wow,
New Again.
Followed by Four,
It was
Bending,
Giving,
Stretching.
We stayed for Five,
It was
Listening,
Solid,
Strengthening.
Sailed with Six,
It was
Distance,
Life,
Familiarity.
Going for Seven,
I want
Growing,
You,
Adventuring.

You’ll Never Know

You’ll never know just what you mean to me,

I cannot put into words the way you make me feel,
Not even Shakespeare could!

I cannot paint on canvas the emotions you create,
Not even Van Gogh could!

I cannot write a formula to explain my reaction to your touch,
Not even Archimedes could!

I cannot compose a symphony to extol  being loved by you,
Not even Chopin could!

You’ll never know just how you have changed my world,

I cannot put into words the difference you have made,
Not even Byron could!

I cannot paint on canvas the dream that is reality with you,
Not even Monet could!

I cannot invent a theorem to prove your magical impact,
Not even Riemann could!

I cannot compose a symphony with more emotion than your presence,
Not even Tchaikovsky could!

No, you’ll never know!
But, know that you do.
You mean everything to me!

 

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Is this love?

Since the begining of time people seem to have the need to be in control, not only in control of their own life, but in control of those around them. There’s a big difference between being a part of someone’s life and tearing apart someone’s life.

My entire life I have been told that I was different, but when people used that term to define me, it was more often than not in a negative way. Why? Well, simply because I never followed the “rules of crowd”.
What are the rules of crowd you may ask? Well, the rules of crowd are the rules of living life what majority considers normal despite the fact of the said thing perhaps not being normal.

An example, 50 years ago if you dressed what people dress like today, you would be called any name in the book. If you dress today what people dressed like 50 years ago you are considered weirdo.

So what is normal? That brings me to next question – What is love?

Is love having to text your partner 100 times a day, check in just as many times? Is love having to have passwords to emails, facebook and other social platforms within first 3 months of relationship to determine whether or not someone is cheating. In my opinion that alone is asking for trouble.

Love is build on trust, respect and understanding. My girlfriend and I are as of moment ocean apart. We do trust each other. We do communicate, but we don’t obsess if a day goes by and we didn’t get to talk or text.

I have another question, does it mean that you don’t love someone when you don’t reply with I love you or I miss you when someone expresses and confesses to you.
It seems that lots of relationships, relationship of any sorts, business, friendship, intitmate relationship, family relationships have turned into passive-agressive controlling behaviour where it’s always about YOU! and no one else.

When someone dies, first thing you think about is how are you going to live without them. Did you notice? It’s about you “Oh, poor me!”. You didn’t for a second think about the life of the other person how they felt just moments before passing away.

How many times have you heard “My partner makes me feel good about myself, he/she is encouraging, loving, caring”. Rarely anyone ever considers how their partner feels and how it affects their emotional and mental well being and then you end up surprised when someone calls quits.

The bottom line is – It’s always about you and how you feel and your needs. Learn how to leave the egoistic emotions aside and for once think about someone else, maybe then, just maybe, you will really understand what love really is.


My Man

The Day I Met You,
I Found My Home,
The Place I Was Meant To Be.

You Complete Me,
You Make Me Whole,
You Make Me Better,
With You I Am Becoming Who I Was Meant To Be.

I Did Not Find You First,
I Did Not Find You Early,
By The Time I Did
I Was Lost And Scared And Had Given Up
Finding You Was The Journey That Was Meant For Me.

 

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I wonder

Are you still glad I let you in?
Do you still wonder what I think?
Do you still care what I feel?
Is it still important what’s important to me?

Should I take a scenic route?
Should I take the long way?
Should I become silent?
Should I only whisper to myself?

Are you still glad I trust you?
Do you still want my confiding?
Do you still want to know my dreams?
Is it still important where I want to be?

Would you seek me out?
Would you look for me?
Would you call my name?
Would you notice the change?

Are you still glad I want you?
Do you still hear my voice?
Do you still feel my glance?
Is it still important that you are important?

Could we meet someday?
Could we meet someplace?
Could we spend some time?
Could we share some space?

 

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King Of My Heart

Suns have risen.
Promises were given.
More than a thousand
Summer. Autumn.
Winter. Spring.
Remember how it all began?

You were magic complete.
I was swept clean off my feet.
You captured my heart
Mind. Body.
Spirit. Soul.
I was yours from the start.

My King, My King
You make my heart sing.
With you my life is complete.
My King, My King
Your love gives me wings.
Woo me with kisses so sweet.

Yours, I wish to be.
My love, I hope you see.
‘Tis no mountain, too steep a climb.
With you is my choice.
Listen to my voice.
My promise, I am yours for all time.

 

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Da li — Znam

Da li me vidiš?
Ne znam.
Ali
Vidim te!

Da li me slušaš?
Ne znam.
Ali
Slušam te!

Da li me znaš?
Ne znam.
Ali
Mislim tako.

Da li te znam?
Ne znam.
Ali
Mislim ponekad.

Da li me želiš?
Mislim tako.
Ali
Želim te!

Da li me trebaš?
Mislim tako.
Ali
Trebam te!

Znam da me voliš.
I
Volim te.

Znam da si moje srce.

Znam da si moj svet.

Znam da si moj početak.

Znam da si moj kraj.

Uvek
I
Zauvek!

 

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Happy Birthday To My One And Only

My Dearest Darling,

I wanted to take a few minutes to share some things with you. It has been 4 years since you came into my life and gave me a world that was full of light and joy and hope and peace. It has been that long since I have wondered what it would be like to be in a loving real relationship, cause that is now an every day life for me. Each day with you is like a dream come to life. With you I see the world from a different point of view. You have given me so much and I am so very grateful; but, what you have given me the most of, is myself.

You have provided me with a home, with a safe harbor, a place that I can be me, a place that I can come to when I need and want. You have given me a place where I feel like I belong, where I feel special and needed and loved and wanted. You looked harder and deeper in me than anyone has ever looked before; and, you found that little gem that with some polish could shine and glow in a little part of the world.

You have mended the broken parts that you found and turned the scars into Kintsukuroi. You have supported me when I have wanted to explore and picked me up when life knocked me down. You have encouraged me and gently guided me all with love. You give me hope and courage when I cannot find them in myself. You lift me up and give me wings to soar. You envelope me and give me a shoulder to cry on.

In you I have all that I need. In you I find all that I want. You are my Alpha and my Omega. You are my Sun and my Moon. You are my breath and my heartbeat. You are my infinity and my finite. You are my dawn and my dusk. You are my desire and my necessitate. You are my time, my space, my universe.

I will always love you. You will always be the man that I want. You will always be the man that I need. You will always be where I want to be.

Yours Always and Forever,

What Do You Think About That?

Do you know that I am still head over heels in love with you?
What do you think about that?
Do you know that I am still awed by you?
What do you think about that?
Do you know that you are still my favorite person?
What do you think about that?
Do you know that I still love spending time with you?
What do you think about that?
Do you know that I still get a smile every time I think of you?
What do you think about that?
Do you know that I still catch my breath at the sound of your voice?
What do you think about that?
Do you know that I still get butterflies when I see you?
What do you think about that?
Do you know that I still get excited nervous when I get real time with you?
What do you think about that?
Do you know that I still only want you?
What do you think about that?
Do you know that you are still my Mr. Perfect?
What do you think about that?
Do you know that you are still the only place I want to be?
What do you think about that?
Do you know that you are still my dream come true?
What do you think about that?
I love you truly madly deeply and unconditionally
Thank you for loving me
Photo Credit: Daniel De Jan

Letter Never Sent

Dear Love,

I know that I have never been easy. I know that most of the time I have been more than difficult. Each day with you I seem to find another broken piece of me. I knew before you that I was not whole and that I was cracked; but, I never knew just how completely broken I was. I have come to the conclusion that there is no part of me that is not broken. It is simply a matter of just how broken the parts of me are. I have tried to fit my pieces back together, yet, there are so many pieces that I am not capable. I have tried to put up a wall to hide the shattered remains that are my heart and soul, and it falls and crumbles to the ground.

In front of me you stand so solid and strong and complete. You are beautiful. You are perfection. You are everything that I wish I was. You are beautiful and I am plain. You are colorful and I am monochrome. You are strong and I am pieces. You are success and I am ruins. You are the empire and I am the lost. You are the Sun and I am the shadow. You are the Moon and I am the darkness. You are the stars and I am the dust.

So I sit in my corner and try to pick up my pieces. Then the gales blow and they are scattered again. I sit in my corner and try to fit the pieces together. Then the hail comes and knocks them down again. I sit in my corner and try to color my pieces. Then the darkness comes and hides it all. Every time I try, it is not enough.

You are there forever in my view. I am forever in love with you. So I stay in my corner and I keep trying, even when I am lost, even when I am tired, even when I am defeated, even when I am alone. I hope and pray that you see me trying and that it matters to you. I hope and pray that you will be patient with me. I hope that you will not give up on me.

I hope…..

 

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My Addiction

I miss you so.
I miss the sound of your voice.
I miss the smile spreading across your face.
I miss the touch of your hand.
I miss the way you make me feel.
I miss that look and wink.
I miss coffee in bed.
I miss blankets on the terrace.
I miss stolen covers.
I miss kisses in the rain.
I miss sharing gyros.
I miss laughing over drinks.
I miss afternoon delights.
I miss slow dancing at home.
I miss walking in the snow.
I miss ‘tickets’ on the train.
I miss your shoulder.
I miss your chest.
I miss your arms.
I miss you!
All of you!

 

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Dreams to Reality

The first day was magic
You were like a dream
A dream that I dared not dream

The first hello was spell binding
Your voice was a song
A song that sung to my soul

The first kiss was all consuming
You took me in like a child
A child lost and finally found

The first embrace was pure heaven
Your arms were strong and protective
A heaven to protect me always

The first night was unimaginable
You were perfection in the flesh
A perfection that shone on me

The first caress was captivating
You held my breath, my heart beat
A moment in time unending

Every first with you is phenomenal
You are truly pulchritudinous
A dream made real for me

 

Photo Credit: Daniel De Jan