Love starts as a feeling,But to continue is a choice;And I find myself choosing youMore and more every day.

Like two stars in the depths of the skyThis gravity is just irresistibleWe spin around each other, you and IWhen I fell for you, I fell into your orbit.

Sometimes it feels like even ifEvery inch of my skin was touching yoursI still wouldn’t be close enough to you.

I don’t want safety or guarantees—I want a life worth living.I want to jump off a skyscraperAnd fashion a parachute on the way downOut of my fears and trepidationsBecause sometimes survivalIsn’t the most important thingAnd survivingIsn’t the same as living.

I remember sitting in bed, as a childlooking up at the ceilingI couldn’t sleep, of course,And so set about to thinkingI wondered, what are dreams made of?Are they stardust and galaxies?Are they the tendrils of existenceReaching inwards from eternity?

You’re just one of those special peopleYou meet every once in a great while.

I like to imagineThat when we look uponA pitch black night’s skyAnd ignorantly label it colorlessIs it actually filled with all the colorsWe could never even imagine.

Love is the poetry of the starsThe wind is the breath of the earthTo never become who you areOr to change at all, which is worse?

In vain I try to jump into the photoTo create again a time so simpleThat a piece of paper might encapsulate itFrom the erosive winds and waves of timeWhich bring even the greatest of loves to a grave of dust.