There is no hurry in heaven, No time runs up there, Even the Gods have a disease, Boredom they say. Live, please don’t leave, No river of wine flows up there, No water too pure to cure your sins, No land too holy to die for, Live, don’t leave…

And your eye lashes do that to me every now and then, Make my heart skip a beat. Do that to me often so I can, Complain to God about this life being so short, And beg him for another life time besides you…

Suffer now they said for a better distant life, It’s a lie I need to believe in because everyone else does. And I wonder if self-control means waiting? Because that’s the only thing I have ever done…

Busy painting the trees green, To bring back her spring, You make the snow look so pale, Do you belong to some fairy tale?

With every breath we can end it all, The gift of life is not for all, But our long bloodless crawl, Like kings without a quest, The real romance is in this feeling of death…

For a grownup like me, To learn from her, What it takes to love, It comes naturally to her…

Will I find a place in your memory? Or if you choose to write a story, I wonder if you will remember? Or will I be your forgotten December?

I am scared to look inside me, Except me everyone else is in here, And they said education was the cure, Now of not even one thing that I am sure…

If your photographs can make me shiver, Even In the warmth of a burning wax. If just a simple glance from you, Can destroy the difference between, Night and day and the time in between, And I even fear to look into those beautiful brown eyes, Are those eyes doors to another realm?