I travelled a thousand seasyet I haven't found a soul as golden as yourstogether we can shed light upona thousand worlds

waking and dreamingbeholding the wonders before my eyesmindlessly walking on cloudsand spellbound by your sight

I'm proud of you.Five words. So simple. Yet we voice them all too rarely.I'm proud of you. Of me. Of us. Of everything we are. Of us, as the people we are.Of everything we have already felt, learned, mastered.What are you proud of?And of whom?

ever since I met youmy heart cannot retire

Real love,” said the old carpenter to the young lady,“is a cock-and-bull story,told by an idiot.”“But why,” she answered,“are you talking in those harsh, black-woven words?You need to believe that one day you will see the light.Maybe this nightmare you've pierced inside your headis only a dream.

I swam in the open seasand a faceless man counted the timethat nevermore belongs to me.Do you feel the same?Do you dream of a timethat bears another name?You drew me in your own imageand I wrote your name all over my heart –fiery lights are all I see behind my eyes.

uncompromisingness and devotionis the quintessence of loveto give everything and expect nothingand be blessed with allyou never dared to dream aboutbecause it's mutual

a relationship doesn't mean"being as free as before"it means to dedicate yourselfto become a part of a greater wholeit means experience:to recognize your own self within the other oneit means completion:to feel another, more complete kindof freedom

we might not be perfectbut perfect for one another