She had the promise and  allure of butterflies on her sultry lips but it was the whispers heard from the dark corners of her heart he couldn't ignore
There was more beauty in her pain and flaws than what was easily seen on the outside of her skin
And it was there inside all of her broken pieces and scars
that he started to fall in love

The saddness I have seen and felt in life
Could fill a library with tales of woe
But if I wrote down the ways in which
My love for you has made the world more beautiful
I would reach the end of the universe
After writing a poem on every star
And not be half way through writing the fairy tale of all the magic
I found in you

He was dying under
the moonlight of her smile
Dying to comfort her aches
Dying to relieve her pain
Dying to stop her tears
And he would use his last breath
to show her she was always
loved beautifully by his heart

If forever is just a fairy tale
dear heaven please let me not be real
let me be nothing more than words on a page
Ink below the skin
type in a book
paint on a canvas
If its all just a fairy tale
let me be the last
illustrated heart of love

She was the prayer that flowed through the pulse of his blood
She was the song he heard in the rhythm and beat of his heart
She was the thread that wove through the fabric of his dreams
She was the fire and warmth that danced wildly in his soul
She was his reason the world spun ans the sun rose and the moon and the stars shone
She was in everything he found beautiful

She wasn't the only pretty girl in the world
but to him she was the only one
whose smile curved up just right at the corners
whose laugh held an honest song in its heart
whose hair always smelled of the fresh scent of rain that only falls from a night of stormy dreams
whose eyes spun wildly with the true magic of perfect beauty
She may not be the only pretty girl in the world true
but to him she was the only one that made his world beautiful

I was so comfortable alone
and then came you
and now I cannot bare the silence between sleep and dreams
and it hurts more to imagine losing you that I have never held
than any one that has ever shared my bed
and it is not the want of lust
that pulls at me
or the need to have your love
all I find in these desperate moments
is the desire to give you
comforts to your aches
and reasons for your lips to smile
and hope to your heart
that it will love again
and I wish it could be me
to have that love
but I do not expect it to be
and even when I am not
I will still be yours

She had the sunset in her hand
and taught birds the dream of flight
and painted the patterns on every butterfly
and made the sounds of every hummingbirds wings
The scent of rain danced within
the dark strands of her hair
and lighting and thunder were
the echos left behind from her dreams
She was the grace of the birth of autumns leaves
And the beauty of the fading death of spring
She held the magic of summer in the fairytale
you can only find while being lost
under the gaze of her deep stare
And her heart was made from the secret fires
of winter that kept bones and coco warm
but never harmed the falling snow
She was the song that beat in your heart
before your lungs took their first breath
And she will be the last kiss pressed against your lips
as your life exhales its last
She is the single infinite thread laced and stitched
through ever falling star and flickering flame
and bloods pulse and soaring wing and lost feather
and broken soul and sorrowful heart
that connects one and all to love

Never trust an artist with a clean desk or a writer with a sober mind
You're not really a dancer if you don't smell a little somewhere and you're not an actor if your heart hasn't bleed on stage and you're not a musician if your just playing to pay the rent and we can tell the difference in the voice of your piano strings and drum skins all art has do be done from a deep maddening love that feels more like a sickness than a gift and give your all to love or don't waste anyone's time and don't get conned by a hallmark postage stamp worth of sentiment if its really love they will die to give you everything and come back from the dead knowing it would be a privilege to give you more because the true beauty of love lays in what is given freely without expectation of getting anything in return and the saddest thing you should know in this life is that the kinder and more beautiful you are the more often people will try to manipulate and take advantage of you so be cateful with your kindess and your beauty and your heartbreaks and though you can't always trust people you can always trust love

Bleed your colors into mine and drain your sorrows through the marrow of my soul and I'll show you the illusion of everything we thought was real and I'll hold your heart to heal its wounds but never steal what isn't mine and its not that you don't have anything that I want  because good god you do and I don't need to see what hides beneath your clothes because it is more about what I want to give and thats to comfort the pains of the naked soul you have exposed and I've had the same tears wash over me and lived inside the same misery of doubts and I've sat and slept in the darkness there and I'm there with you now and we can stay here or we can go out and I'll listen to anything you have to say or scream or cry or sit silently for hours or days or weeks or years and I'll drown with you if we can't stop your tears and be your saving breath and you can take everything from me and I'll find more to give and you will never be without my hand in reach whether you stay or take your mended wings and fly away

And it was the kindness of strangers that pushed the cold dead air from his lungs and if for only a moment his breath held life again

Her hair was the sky at sunset painted with colors only found  in heaven
Her eyes were made of the unspoken language of the dreams of stars
And the curves of her smile wrapped around the horizon of eternities road
Her skin was the fairy tale of every mans longing and desire
And herbeat was the song and the story of the perfect beauty of love

I've got my mothers eyes and my fathers heart
and I still can't see where all the love in the world has gone
and what have all the words cried up into the sky found above the clouds
Is there anybody there
that has their fathers heart
and mothers eyes
that can still see where
all the love in the world is hiding...

Don't give your heart to those
that who seek to tame its fire
or cage its wild wings
there is nothing beautiful
about perches behind wire bars
no matter how pretty the bird may be
The truth of beauty must
always be allowed to fly free
Let your heart fly above heavens clouds
and let its fire burn brighter than the sun
and I will never find
anything more beautiful than you

And its been so long since I've been able to drink and dance
That I almost forget about it at all
And then I drank your beauty in and I  danced and danced all night long
And I remembered how beautiful it was to fall in love

I'll be your mirror until you no longer need your reflection to know that you are beautiful

He sat under the stare of the full moon and counted the stars one by one and painted on each a wish for the name of the girl he knew he wanted to be brave enough to love and he folded his dreams into the wings of a raven and sewed them to his heart and set it free to chase and write an always and forever fairytale of how she smiled and laughed and made magic out ordinary things like the paper wrapper of a straw and he watched his heart as it flew up and up and up and circled the wide eyed moon and then fall back down to earth burning through the stratosphere in the secret colors only known to the maker of the poison found on the tip of Cupids arrows and he smiled a weak smile and held back a tear of joy and grief entwined and he hated himself momentarily for letting himself fall so suddenly and so quickly and then he remembered when he first saw her it felt as though all of his unanswered prayers of love danced within the blue eternity of her eyes and in that instance he was already being pulled into the dream of a perfect love only found in the deepest truth of the heart of madness and he quickly shyed away because that was his nature but to no avail for fate did cross there paths again and now he had only himself to blame for praying for such a love one last time in his life and she was the answer to those prayers made of human flaws and imperfections and she carried the beauty of all the countless stars  in her kind and gentle grace and the sweet perfume  of nirvana was weaved into the strands and colors of her hair and she was everything that could make his life beautiful and his death comfortable and if he could only give her the same he would but he feared he was tied and bound to be the tragedy of the tale his heart was chasing and writing as it soared up and burned down over and over again under the full stare of the moon and it would be worth the heartache and broken pieces if just for a little while he could make her smile and laugh and watch her make magic out of ordinary things like his foolish dreams

He was falling in love with her
in a way that he knew
meant he would love her
more and more ever day
until his end
and that in his end
his heart would burst from his chest
and rise up to the heavenly sky
as her always star to shine
where all could forever see
that she was
loves beautiful perfection

He wanted to place his heart
in the tender grace of her hands
and let it speak to her of how
and when and why it had fallen
for her completely and madly
and he wished he could place his dreams under the soft smooth porcelain skin
of her belly and let it fill
with tiny hands and tiny feet
and the innocent laughter of children
and it was all of her that he
found wonder and awe in
from the perfect curves of her smile
and the iridescent deep blue pools
of her eyes
to her insecurities and flaws
that he wanted to comfort her against
and show her how beautiful
they helped to make her to him
there was something more
than the perfection of love
he saw and felt beating
and radiating  from her heart
and all he wanted was
to spend the rest of his days
and months and years
finding new ways to make her smile
and laugh
and to hold her through the cruelty
and storms that are unavoidable in life
and he couldn't remember
what it felt like to have a broken heart when lost under her gaze
full of magics beautiful perfection
and all he needed was a moment
of courage to place his heart
in her hands
before her hands vanished
and all his dreams
and hopes where lost along with
the courage he never found