Just like those old monks used to say,

Everything happened because of a good reason behind it,

I wanna say something alike aswell,

You make it so nice so we learn to live with it.

Just like those bare trees in autumn waiting for the spring,

to come & love them tenderly all their life they wish,

But you can’t expect a season to stay forever,

A t tragic antilogy between fate & bliss.

So fragile are those moments with you I long to live,

Forever to walk besides you until dawn meets dusk,

So weak I’d stand over the zenith of my fate,

A climate so dry but a couth darkness to lurk.

How pleasant is this rhapsodic law of life is,

Your dreams don’t work until you don’t intend,

& on the vestige of your valid happiness,

You find fate drooling over what you’re about to lend.

& you are left alone to judge the nuance of love & hate,

Where you choose your best suited trait,

Now you’d walk again in depths of thorny life,

To justify your feelings & all the long wait.

When I reach to hold her in my dreams everyday,

I wanna whisper wishes to make her heart listen,

That it’s her whom I need to walk alongside me,

& bliss of her hair on my face to make my fate glisten.

Sometimes I wonder that what I do wrong,

or what I lack; least I deserve to know,

It’s a wonderful life to cherish if I keep my dream aside,

Neither a single grief nor a stabbing foe.

This wasn’t a threnody to criticize ”Kismet”

May be reverie overflowing in my veins could be the cause,

It was something I realized sitting under the shed of my rooftop,

Watching raindrops bending the mighty wind to pause.

Then it was a Hail-Storm 

They Stay Where They Belong.

My intentions are nothing;

rather than telling you how beautiful you are,

My way may be different;

just so you don't lose that smile five-star,

When you walk carrying sweet curiosity in eyes;

my heart switches from beats to whispers,

Causing my gestures taking weird formations;

while I am still busy stopping my brain & heart from a war.

"Feelings" is a funny word in English language;

it intrudes your deepest wall of defense,

It's worse in those days of peace within;

when your unjustified ignorance your heart could sense,

Another silly though that makes me smile;

when it is just one face you recall all the time,

& nothing else seem to matter your attention;

my poor mind being jury to this lovely offense.

It's not that I'vent been in such situation before;

Yes I am silly since a time very long,

Surprise is every time I get lost into this maze of reality;

a flute of romance triggers me to find my song,

Search for you always remains as a mesmerizing reminiscence;

especially when I know nothing about you,

Breathless I dream of you with sober eyes;

moments of warmth when I find you along.

Every now & then when our ways bisect;

kills me because I can't call you mine,

Hence the rehearsals in my mirror;

gets better with a few glasses of wine,

Just as plain & direct as you are always;

drives me to blindly love you forever,

To just hold you all my life;

to promise eternal love the moment our hands entwine,

In the end when I've finally gathered the courage to speak;

what I hold there inside,

I now shall wake up from my fantasy;

Once again with a purpose to decide,

You're awesome my darling moreover your tantalizing giggles;

but I'll let my heart down again,

Once again a can of trash;

once again some feelings to slide :)

Yes, It’s difficult to speak to you :)

It gets so difficult to speak to you; the more I think of you,

I do not know since when your eyes became so pretty; could be my feelings new,

When you are sitting before me & my heart pounding at a rate of Ferrari/Hour

My stalking eyes get lit up with flames & butterflies begin to holler.

Yes! It gets so difficult to speak to you; the more I watch you passing by,

The "Charishma" of a dame so gorgeous; making everything seem so high,

Remembering those rare moments when we talked; I wish back then I knew,

That the one I'd fall for would be no one else but you.

That one expression on your face; when you're thinking deep,

Bullies my marshmallow heart who so badly wants to beat,

And when you catch my eyes watching you; I would wanna run & hide,

or may be I wanna let you know everything; DAMNIT! I can't decide.

When I walk through the market; I have always bought a flower eversince,

Everyday of which I thought I'd present to a princess as a prince,

They end up dying each day; cursing my fears of failing again,

How do I justify my defense; that it's me as much screwed as they in pain?

I have my answers,

That why is it so difficult to speak to you; it's your simplicity,

Unlike me; always on a roller-coaster of thoughts merging to the same city,

Life is a risk & I have enjoyed those moments; but not with your extraordinary smile,

Your life may be better without me; & I'd still get to see you may be from a mile.

Wings till Eternity.

Everybody has wings to fly.

Life's not cruel, When I smile often,

& it brings peace, When assumpitions don't happen,

If not the glow of a saint then neither the sorrow of a demon,

This ephemeral journey has only taught me to be human.

But, It wasn't always such a battle!

There was a time when my giggles were cherished,

& the darkness all around would love to perish,

Through my window on the great white world,

My eyes would learn to imagine & draw,

A holy temple where my heart stayed raw.

To feel safe at night, I'd ask Mom to be around,

& I'd hug my pillow on every weird sound,

Yet, I won't sleep until I'm sure,

of my angels to be there in my dreams,

to go on an Ebullient journey of adventure & screams.

Those green toads in the month of July,

Singing along with the birds all set to fly,

As messengers of the mighty 'Thor'

I would know it's that time of the week,

When the rain drops & I played Hide & Seek.

I remember that girl from the neighborhood,

the one whom I'd marry if I ever would,

All the roses of my garden I plucked & proposed,

Felt so happy that day I dared to dance,

The Eyes that I stalked met mine by chance.

The battle started with my first thought,

to change myself to fit in the slot,

A mistake we all are destined with,

& the chaos of a decadent life began,

Fatigued morals leading to plagued plans.

The temple I abandoned is now someone's home,

& the rain drops took form of the tears,

My angels were hunted down within myself,

So the roses in my garden crumbled with fear,

As I stood alone with my artificial emotions.

Today when I sit back & rewind my innocence,

All I search for is that magical sense,

that I possessed as my lucky charm,

Looking at the birds again in the sky, I realize

I have wings till eternity, I just need to fly.

How I Feel?

Summer is cold & the sun is dwarf, still my eyes wish to blink,

You're gone & it's all a shock, still my heart wants to beat,

I melt before you like a candle, how hard it is for steel?

Why should I tell you how I feel?

Elevated my career & plans I never made,

I remember when your face could conquer all that I hate,

A stunning beauty leaving a wound to heal,

Why should I tell you how I feel?

It isn't about why, it isn't about how,

A love is lost all that I hear now,

I'll put my prayer & your happiness under a seal,

But, I'm never gonna tell you how I feel.

The roads that I travel laugh at me, yet I walk

with Empty footsteps being a slave to your company,

& then, it'll rain pushing me to kneel,

Why should I tell you how I feel?

Some delight stays within this languor,

Epiphany of a rejected innocence, Be careful!

A flower; there are times with the thorns it can kill,

Why should I tell you how I feel?

Your promises would make me dream,

The daylight & the dark; it'll all be the same,

Building a perfect home for a lifelong Zeal,

I'm never gonna let you know how I feel?

Time when you're around.

Thank you Katie for such a wonderful illustration.
http://katiewoodgerillustration.blogspot.in

Chasing the pseudo presence of her eyes,
Beautiful as ever denying all my lies,
A lilt of feelings start to frisson,
With an ache inside my resonant heart,
Story that gets me inside as a part.

Diversion they say is the best cure,
But her warmth is so dulcet & extremely pure,
Apricity all around with the luminiscent moon,
Sweet dalliance with the night gets kindled,
To dance in joy when the raindrops sprinkle.

A face that I remember comes alive,
Finally, something to cheer for in this doomed life,
Her soft hands & mellifluos whispers,
Pouring my veins with Idyllic potion,
Slowly destroying my insatiable notion.

The tale of a lonely "Cygnet" now ends,
Azurish my state dissolves & blends,
I see her waving off with no promises,
Bereft of my beloved I stand to taint,
Tracing my way back out of the paint.

A painting that is mounted on my wall,
Is my everything in my world so small,
Watery eyes acknowledging this mendacity,
& penchant heart waiting for a sound,
till the next time when you're around.

Zombieland

Life is a wonderful gift but I will walk alone,

I meet wonderful people but they come & go,

They all smile, they all showcase,

Always a time when it all just looks fake,

I may always contemplate while others smile,

Could be my deficiency I don’t carry a style,

My father tells me of this attire,

We don’t always get what we desire,

My trails for peace die a merciless death,

In all these years what have I become? A void set!

What is yours stands so afar,

Meanwhile, in hopes I keep fixing my radar,

Have a foresight & hit the goal,

What is success? A succesful troll?

I start to complicate as the standards start to fuss,

Yet I don’t find the courage to battle with this calculus,

What is my fault if I take my risks?

The gentle I become, the harder I miss,

One man for himself is what I’ve learnt,

Either you run to survive or you be the hunt,

Death is furious when you know how to feel,

this is a land where even zombies kneel,

Mythology is a dream & evolution a joke,

tons of foolish stuff that happens while you smoke,

Their anger is weak & their love so null,

An emotionless heart with boneless skull.

On your birthday.. Dear Mermaid.

It's your birthday today, my best wishes & prayers are for you Mermaid.

A pattern with dolphins just passed by,
how they sprinkled you over the sky,
I see the face that outglows stars,
ingenious the breeze asks me to pray,
walk a carpet of pearls on your birthday.

A shingle around my feet shone,
pink, purple & yellow it blooms,
we crave the cream of the ocean,
they hold my fingers to let them spray,
angels to watch you over on your birthday.

Herrings & horses are among the magicians,
nonchalant they have huge grins over their faces,
their mystical prowess explores your glory,
season's notes fall over the pianic array,
waiting for you to sing on your birthday.

As the celebration gets nygh,
himself the life wants to get high,
resuscitated the leap year into tidal waves,
characters of the surface are now ready to play,
a game of "Thor" on your birthday.

Several dream above your oceanic world,
awaits their dusk eyed queen,
& the belly of shimmering moonlight,
bestows them to be as you say,
loveliest the view on your birthday.


& when all these watercolors combine,
ennobling the misery of this wine,
your surreal eyes seem to guide,
spells to rejuvenate the month of may,
A painting of rejoice on your birthday.


My oeuvre at end while the sun sets alone,
but with compliments for the most beautiful woman,
while the sun shines, may you always find,
a little window of hope in every ray,
wishing you a thousand rainbows across your bay.

On Your Birthday <3

Alchemy of Dove & Dust.

You ever felt like?

Phase I -

Standing alive among mechanistic samples,

Like a nipper mango overshadowed by big red apples,

Piffling through some great typical common sense,

Yet trying to pass through a drowsy fence,

Distant so much that cloud now yells,

Bleeding my ears with those corporal bells,

How much I demand from my so-called reality?

Embrace my fiction & I live with clarity.

Hypocrite heart & the cousin mind,

Soul & body they together bind,

Insidious insecurities igniting illusions,

Avoiding sabbath against sinful confusions,

You walk on the sand & it turns into a race,

Running to survive through the camels of fate,

Intangible worthlessness misplaced somewhere,

Enigmatic complexity which doesn’t seem to care.

Blooming around thugs of my misery,

The “omnipotent” & “contaminated” single Jury?

Gratitude & servitude battling my vision,

A Marvellous apology by the unforgiven,

Inductee to my inevitable journey of life,

Glaring sympathies! A compulsion to hide,

Spontaneous stars having lecherous goals,

The more I withdraw, The more I unfold.

Phase II -

Excuse the Devil! Hollers the Luminary,

Wiring yourself with blessings mandatory,

Ginormous the “ego of the egg” melts down,

Ludicrous my reasons just love to frown,

Shields of beliefs to protect the innocent,

Superman returns from nerdy “Clarke Kent”,

Hastened the actions bringing back the hopes,

“The one who survives is the one who copes”

Mistakes tend to gain a sweet serendipity,

Those who mattered shelter with relativity,

On a rainy day when you dance over moody blues,

Learning to depress the “Blackish” hue,

Revenge is ravishing when you explore gentility,

Showing mirrors of disgrace to misused profanity,

Being reverential towards yourself is must,

Completing your “Alchemy of Dove & Dust”.

Lost to A 17 year Old.

Sometime we meet some people in
life who stay with us may be for a
very little time but they change our life
completely. Their effect cannot be reversed.
I am so grateful to such people. You all are
like angels born for humanity.

Like a futile fellow I again sat on the machines,
& thousands of imitates I again projected,
How does it feels to be vacant through beliefs?
I stink, laughing with my pungent smell,
so rudderless on my shortcut to hell.

I miss my conception on sunshine,
A living room full of dead rotten roots,
Sweetener couldn't be coffee anymore,
deplorable yet trying to explore innovation,
Who am I kidding? I ask in salvation.

If I could inculpate evil out of my condone,
may be songs of disgrace would be sung,
felling so tangible to sands of nihility & inutility,
An erudite with all good virtues of the "beningnent"
Waste! Birds of Gravitas chirped with innocence.

Impuissant I took over my affliction with a yawn,
Like a barbarian king I was on the roll,
magicifying my keyboard with the Evanesco,
Avada ke Davra! Stupefied I could not think,
Enlightenment all over & A ship to sink.

There she was, 17 year old sensation of delight,
In gardens of phoenix "An Ash of vivification",
Paroles of this heaven sent identity so beauteous,
like thousand tulips as a waterfall of youth,
like song & dance together on flute.

I agreed to this twilight act of merriment,
unrehearsed I walked on the white path of sinlessness,
cultivating crops of spirituality on my abandoned heart,
Gently she touched my face with three stones in her hand,
Like a princess she giggled & aired her silky wand.

The fat frog inside me was blessed & loved,
he winked at me & jumped on stultifying swords,
I stood there as a tree in gratitude & tears,
I kissed her feet with all my pitch & warmth,
& "on the wings" she whispered me "You are a wizard".

Note: I'll never forget you "You know who" :P

7 Days Before I Met You.

An attempt by me to elaborate,
 how We should feel about Love.
It is the most beautiful feeling in this world.
In fact, for me it is my world.

Walking through a garden I could see them,

It was like some fairy bought them wings,

Wings someone would give to his girl today,

I smiled, Just to think he really did visit,

I was true. It is everywhere life exists.

One said it is a week of romance,

I saw it as seven days of realization,

Where Red was the loveliest color today,

Apart from every inhuman act it belonged to,

I saw it as a river of dreams to get me through.

My scared heart wanted me to sit & sob,

I was accompanied by critics of my fate,

I never had smiled truly in six years,

My complains were getting old & blind,

Motions now wanted to follow this turbine.

Asking myself questions never answered,

Why is spring scheduled at this time of the year?

Why these pigeons fly without any fear?

Why my grumpiest neighbor smiled at me today?

Is this the difference? I wanted myself to say.

I closed my eyes unaware of the happening,

Waves moving through me when I was touched,

Touch only I could feel in a million like me,

standing still letting me feel the innuendoes,

A charismatic cadence of a delicate rose.

Happy Rose Day Love :)

A Failure's Creed!

Is it so cold tonight, or a miracle of my imagination?

Guess the whole thing started over a little Intoxication?

Enough of the broken leaves leading to broken bonds,

Tonight I free you from me , Your greatest haunt?

I played it off, said I didn't care your existence in me,

Yes I am living, A life where so incredibly sharp blades,

With a wry sense of humor , knowing we cannot flee,

Foolish & soft, so touchy how we were made.

Yes I am gone, but that will hardly matter,

Giving you yet another reason to follow hatred?

My promises still are live & beginning to clatter,

A sound , A voice, Those three words so Sacred.

And I will not regret any second in this left garbage,

because I have something I clinched from you,

Your toxic eyes, most deceitful they never age,

In satiated delusions of breeze to go through.

Ending up this charade is easier than  living it,

without any purple horses around to laugh with,

& when it was your only meaning to life, So be it,

Dreadfully buried dreams of a failure's creed.

But I will live, Live to play with demons scaring me,

Live to show you, It's you who only mattered ever,

Live with a slap from continuous palm of destiny,

Live to show my crippled life with illusions so clever.

Note: Don't ask me stupid Questions. I have only written it because I felt so.

Insignificance

I lurk perfectly in the shadows

My heart beats once as I take a step

I hear each sound inside and out

Unknown I am to most

Anonymity is the end result

You see me but turn around and I vanish

It is hard to lose a six foot six soul

I am friends to none other than the moles  

Murkiness is in my dark lair

Thoughts are warm but unnoticeable

Hands are cold but largely soft

Excellent insignificance is my decree

Every car passes quickly

Hour ride produces two or three honks

Back at home my indulgences start

Henpeck at the keyboard slowly as I write

The night is mine as I happily create

First light I sleep all day long 

Food is bland as I endure

Poor is my struggle but I still smile

When I die penniless my verse will live on.

Note: This is about what I have been doing since a year, because once when your interest in the world dies it is very hard for someone to regain it & especially when you are alone.

A Body's Demise (The Martyr Too Proud)

If you want me honest it is just about how the little things gets ruined in life, but it can be implied to much bigger problems than those where you Just to destroy them or get destroyed.

It feels as death at my body’s side

With each sickly cough

From the puss that oozes from each orifice

As ash plumes from each sear

Its head burning like an incurable fever;

A conundrum, when concrete meets not abstract

Where Body then ignores Soul

And then is left a husk, dismal carcass

Only rotting upon the pavement, scavengers,

Salivating over the free pickings;

What had been done to wish this hate,

Upon an already meek creature?

I am but a plankton, life dependent,

Upon the waters of nature’s bounty

Like each amoeba, sheltered without consent;

Our lives are dependent on you,

Steely mount, for without your grace

Your love, your approval, your white smile…

Microscopic we shall remain

Forever a feast to greater beasts, greater men;

This ailment was brought upon purposely

You know this, cruel steed

So will you force me to live my life,

Within rocky caverns, eternal shelters?

No! I will not offer more life blood

This supposed charity, I now refuse;

There are other manners of life

Beyond your spectrum, however

Unlikely… perhaps I lie to myself,

With each loss of vigor, martyrdom

Unseen, unappreciated, unapproved…

But so, too, shall you remain fallow

Unused, and no more shall you

Pain my kind, however biased

Your decision was against me

I’ll breath my last,

Without shame,

To end only you.

A Nightmare on Sesame Street

One dark and stormy night
As the Count was taking his nightly flight
He saw Big Bird and Oscar
Having a hand to hand fight


Big Bird sucker punched Oscar
Oscar flew down the street
But he got a handful of feathers
Before he was knocked off his feet


Big Bird kicked all the trash cans
which lined the famous street
This woke the whole neighbourhood
Got everyone on their feet


Mr Snuffaluffagus
was first out of his door
as he ran, he was huffing and puffing
he almost fell to the floor


Bert and Ernie, came out running
they were wearing matching lingerie
Everyone stared at them as they came out
Now everyone will know, they are both gay


What is going on here?
The Cookie Monster screamed
Big Bird and Oscar are fighting
Elmo said, as he giggled and beamed


Then they heard a loud shriek
from further down the street
It was the young girl Nancy
from Nightmare on Elm Street


She was running and screaming
as someone scary was chasing her
they saw a set of blades
from the glove of monster Freddy Krueger


He sliced and he diced
the poor muppets and puppets
stuffing was everywhere
even on his toasted english crumpets


Nancy tried to stop him
As she grabbed hold of his glove
and as she looked into Freddy's eyes
low and behold, now she is in love


Freddy's grin was from ear to ear
as he planned to convert her
from an innocent teenage sweetheart
to a lethal killing Mrs. Freddy Krueger


Just a crazy dream ;)

A Blue Caecity: Cataphysical Symphony of A Blunt Dramatic.

Dear friends,This one pumped out of my heart as an explanation to what did in past. I did not just ruin my one year of college but also deprived myself from your love & I left you in the middle way. I know you all were angry at me when I didn't listen to you all, but you still kept trying. I am sorry my beloveds. I love you all so much. I seek for your forgiveness though I know I have it, But I seek for the promise I have made that I would Live like before again. I Miss You All A Lot. May God Bless You! 

PART I - Inception


It was our sweet dream that ended my torment,
The blissful days and peaceful nights free of haunted memory,
Respite from the bitter recollection of past mistakes,
And for a time the world seemed right and flowed with
Harmonious continuity of thought and rhythm of consciousness.
The dew-jeweled mornings melted into sun-pooled afternoons,
Shadow-dappled evenings flitted by on the wings of winking fireflies,
As we counted stars and threw our dreams up into space,
Hoping some passing comet would ignite the fuel of our hopeless desires.


PART II - The First Decay


Time strode steadily onward over the foothills of our realizations,
Wearing down the valleys of our resolve until deep chasms of doubt formed,
The jagged cliff trails were so treacherous and many a time I watched,
Helpless, as my determination stumbled and was dashed upon the rocks,
Bruising my already weakened grip on the future was had painted together
Until I feared I would lose that precious portrait of tomorrow.

PART III - Termination


There, engulfed by the deepening shadows at the end of that descent,
Oppressed by the brooding overhangs which obscured my view of the sky,
There it was that I realized the severity of my present situation,
As dread swiftly crept up and suffocated any lingering happiness and
Wrenching freedom from my fragile grasp before I could cry out for help.
It was only then that I saw true form of fate through that shining facade,
Caught a glimpse through the cracks of the lies I had so blindly fallen for,
Bound so tightly in that shell of polished and enchanting deceit of I invented.


PART IV - Remorse


I should have known better than to think happiness could be real,
But now it is much too late to turn back and start over,
I have already been locked within this prison of obedient obligation,
The cold bars of steel law and the intricate locks of promises made
Confine me to this fate of miserable duty and unhappy servitude;
The whom I once thought to be luxurious now serves as my warden,
Keeping watchful eye to cut off any escape before attempt can be made,
And my peripatetic soul who tests the limits of my faltering dedication.


My Friends:
Siddharth, Yuvraj, Nikhil, Ramakant, Rati, Rahul, Abhay, Pankaj, Ashutosh, Shashank, Vivekanand, Jai, Anuradha, Saurav.

Immortal Spring ♥

A Heavy Breath, A Face That Once Frowned,

A reason of your beauty that tears had drowned,

A touch of an ending that I felt in your silence,

A walk that was empty handed last spring,

Never again, Never again You'd break that string.

A hopeless life you wanted to go through,

A set of bricks where you caged yourself,

A moment of joy that you did long for,

A 'someone' that was suddenly called an elf,

Never again, Never again You'd break that string.

My heart would fly for you baby,

When your eyes shall start a fire,

Turn & break everything you want to,

I want to see you smile, I want to be your desire,

The little touch you missed in love,

I shall have you all stunned,

Bubbles of my love surround you everywhere,

Let's get lost because we can wherever.

We have our moon & I'd be your delight,

Set a mischief, tunes of your music to clouds,

Be mine when you let me dance high,

Dreams coming true & nature would vouch,

Sweet vengeance our past shall feel,

When we walk together on our palace on wheels,

Blanket of rain to keep our love alive,

We shall visit Angels for a high five.

Because A cup of coffee, A rose in bed,

An afternoon sigh that I hear in my shed,

A giggle of happiness when we dine,

A family only true love can define,

Always baby, Always An Immortal Spring.

A Curtain Drawn Over Dreamers.

When in grade school,

he drew gently with erasers on his desk,

the patterns rubbing away

with a flick of his small hands.

It was safe.

He could express himself

without getting caught,

no consequences to his actions.

He drew, and it was safe, and soft,

and he dreamed of wonderful things.

When in middle school,

he sketched on the smoothness,

quick strokes that ran

sharp against the faux-wood desk exterior.

It was defiance.

He could taunt fate with his graphite,

before erasing it

just before the teacher saw.

He drew, and it was quick, and hard,

and he dreamed of ordinary things.

When in high school,

he carved deep into the wood,

his words crude on the pristine surface,

unable to be washed away.

It was rebellion.

He could dig an angry tribute

to himself, the shavings from his pen

littering his too-tight jeans.

He drew, and it was harsh, and bitter,

and he dreamed of his great escape.

Now as an 'adult' ,

he attempts to make his mark,

suffocating among crowds

of similar dreamers.

It is weary.

He can express, and taunt,

and carve his way into the world,

without even leaving indelible marks.

He draws, and it is difficult, and lonely,

and he dreams of nothing at all.

Sad but true .

Purple Thoughts!

Crooning my pain into a rhythm

The blank brown sky makes me daunt,

This isn't my battle the rain drops tell me,

Enhanced, Engrossed still they just haunt.

I feel a strong flare before my eyes

A continuous episode of genocides,

Ineluctable jiffy of my darkest fears

You dare it & We will make it Die.

It turns round & soon I see the moon

Greatest of my only companions,

My pallid eyes pray for clearance

& It whispers, Yes! You're just a minion.

I hear an oratorio from a nearby,

The story is about false eyes,

Crazy & pure he was driven

A blink caused him a forever cry.

If one plural thing I can hold

My own fiasco I'll vouch,

The cascade I'll fall through

Never I'll regret, ever I say ouch.

On a stage for a 100 claps

Again I'll tie some hand knots,

Floating through hills of trials

I'll wake up with my Purple Thoughts.

She's My Everything :-)

She's the sweet taste of Love

On my lips every morning.

She's the Green and the Gleem

In my eyes every time.

She's the Smile on my face

And the joy within my heart.

She's the one that I miss

Every second that we are apart.

She's the reason I get up in the morning

And why I go to bed at night.

She's the one that I'm dreaming of

And wanting, always, by my side.

She's the Birthday Girl today

And even if everything else,

We did dispise,

We still had eachother

And that part was so nice!

She's the blush in my cheeks

When she looks at me.

The things she says makes me smile

And laugh, continually!

She's the whisper on the breeze

As it blows through my hair.

She's the sun on my face

And that feeling in the air.

She's the song in my head

That I never want to go away.

She's like the sunrise and sunset,

Beautiful in every single way.

She's my heart

My soul

And my mind

My 

soul mate

My life mate

And all that this implies.

She's my Everything

And I Love her so much

And she feels the same way.

So for all this and more

Here's something I write For You

My Dear Therese

On your Birthday!