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First there was One,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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I. Am. Chaos.
I push and I pull
Even when I pull I am pushing
I am nothing and I am too much
Never just enough.
If you like me
You like me a lot until you don’t
If you hate me
You hate me a lot until I am not
Apathy is not enough.
If you know me
You don’t
If you don’t know me
You do
Maybe you think that is enough.
Seasons change
Years leave
Memories made fade
Just dust in the wind
Can’t that be enough.
Want. Desire. Need.
Things just out of reach
Dreamy mist scattered with light
Just one more wish is all
That would be enough.
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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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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 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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I hear the silence it is so very loud,
It vibrates ’round me like a bomb.
I hear the silence it is so very quiet,
It seeps in every corner of my being.
I hear the silence yelling from within,
I hear the silence deafening all around,
I hear the silence crushing everything,
I hear the silence screaming, screaming
I hear the silence.
I see the darkness it does not end,
It goes on and on like an empty void,
I see the darkness surrounding the flicker,
It glares hungrily at the center of me.
I see the darkness the black hole growing,
I see the darkness the abyss within,
I see the darkness seeping into corners,
I see the darkness staring back at me,
I see the darkness.
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You climb the mountain
Only to stumble and fall
Skinned knees and
Scrapped hands
You shed your tears
Catch your breath
Stand up and
Dust off
You try again
Only to fall again
Bruises and blood
More scars
You hang your head
Hide your tears
Silent screams and
Waves of doubt
You look around
No one seen
Eyes to the sky
Silence
You start again
Just another round
One more time
One more
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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!
Photo by Harold Wijnholds on Unsplash
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
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