Such a surreal art you are, An embodiment of everything beautiful that would ever be created. I wonder what inspired God to craft you, Was he lonely or seeking salvation…

As you reveal inch by inch, Of what God took seven days to make, And I shall forfeit the seven heavens, To possess what lays beneath your beautiful breast, And lay to rest in those jade green eyes, With your heart inside mine

Let not the weight of a thousand years, Stain your marbled skin I pray, And let not the weight of words ever hurt, Your delicate wine bled lips. Wear that hallowed smile as your eternal crown, And let it graze and let it flourish, Let it heal my desolate heart morose, Come and baptize all of what is left of me, Before I wear the silence in black and white…

I’m so jealous of my loneliness, I’m glad I feel the same again, Naked in the crowd cold alone, These clothes they hide no more, How long am I going to carry this existence? This living is an over hyped routine…

Silence that sleeps in the heart of the dead, Was once bled to death in the chains of hope, In the utopian fields of loneliness. And now I am victim of my own conscience, Insulate me from my flaws and my kind…

My fair maiden don’t ask, Don’t ask me about my art. You know better what I suffer from, It’s your gift, your grace, Take it away anytime you want, The words flow when you dance inside my heart. Just like the ink and paper, I am just a medium of expression of your beauty…

There are a thousand ways to love that I know now, And there are a thousand ways to kiss that I know now, A thousand ways to kneel and hold hands in the dark, But only one woman to feel all this for and that would be her…

It feels so warm inside when I look into your eyes, There is no other place I would love to hide. And if I could save these feelings for the years to follow, Reality would be a bit easier to bear and swallow…

A pledge of hope, a pledge of patience, We are victims of our own contradiction, Renew the orgasm of ignorance, And follow the promise of peace…