the smallest of gestures mirror the greatest of feelings

Since I met you, I listen to Puccini from within.

music was my first lovebut it won't be my last

whenever you gothe heavens shed the tearsI'm not able to weep

I sleep when I'm awakeand wake up when I'm asleepnever-ending night within me –my songs fading awayon my muted lipsput your smile on my mouththat dreams of youkiss me awakelet my morning dawngift me the tomorrowI cannot beholdfor all I see is darkness

his past might not belong to mebut my future is his to keep

some beauty shines so brightlyit blinds your eyes

You are the quintessence of beauty,"he saidand her heart stood still.

Love takes courage.