thus

your facet is my favourite picture and your voice is my favourite song

a hundred at a time

i would peel the skin of apples for you
and oranges and even limes
i would keep a piggy bank to buy you presents
with each and every dime
i would read to you your favourite books
stories, poems and rhymes
and i would write you love notes and letters
a hundred at a time

if you let me...

stifled and slow

there she was
and i was there
there she was
with all her glare

who would have thought
how cumbersome curiosity can be
and how it escalates like tides in the sea
till i became stifled and slow
till the only time i ever stopped
being curious of her was never ago

what might of been lost was found but not kept

the day is coming in
this pouring rain is paradise
you couldn't ask for anything better
and so they say

in the meantime

if that time comes
and it feels special...
i bet it wont be me
it would be you

condolence

can you read my mind?

how soft things i see around you

how in a far away place i feel when i'm alone with you

how pretty and delicate i see the lines that compose you

and how hard this joyful plight for me to see pass through

can you read my mind, dear virtue?

recoil

i tried
but i still end up here looking you in the eye...
maybe id rather bare the wait than lie