Speaking these syllables,
I slip und stumble trying to
find a word to express
the interest (the sum of our love).
Waiting I wonder what
the weather (partly cloudy with sunshine)
of our hearts become.
Touch your hand upon my soul,
tugging the energe[tic] time /
timing turns and twist of lips.
Loving you would listen
to the love you felt even when
hands fumbled
voice cracked
notes from the past
crumbled up in your pocket
telling you this is how it should
but this is not the same.
this reaches across
farther than what you compre-
hand in yours,
love me still.

Words unspoken,
Measurable only by your eyes.
Breath, lost in the seconds
Waiting to unravel the story.

Trembling, my fingers
brush against your hand.
Dare I hold you in my heart?
Promising, safety exists there
in the softness
of my face buried in your neck.

Assure me—talk to me endlessly.
Murmurs of your voice
tilt my attention.
Your chest rises and falls,
each breath shallower.
Equilibrium. I too,
falter at what to say.

Oh, let me
let you
give in to the pull.
May I hold your name
and kiss you goodnight
and good-morning?
Shall I melt beside you
and confess this love?

My love, this pull
found me
the moment
I stepped through
that door.

You spin my thoughts cursive,
speaking to me through blurred lyrics.
Your bright eyes sink into me
each nightfall when the notes echo.
You are my muse,
chosen by fate.
I wish to know your name,
in a way others fail.
I would give you the heavens
if I dared speak about this fire inside.
The bravery I once possessed
falters and shakes in your presence,
even when you called me
the prodigy.
More than just a chemical romance,
I wish you saw the yellow card
I hold in my heart for you.

The silence that fills
every crack within me,
threatening to suffocate me
decimate me &
never elucidate.
Your voice,
now just a memory,
is over there
and not here.
Time is precious
as the blazing sun,
and your warmth,
once radiant,
is now vacant
and blanketed
in nothing.
You’re not here,
and you’re gone
just like the radio
sung in a
discordant
melancholy
that only
grief knows.

The timing of life
is relative.
Its appearance
beams with youth
despite the years.
Distance between
two
stretched for years,
weaving through the cosmos
until the day it caught fire.
Time passes differently
here,
but connection
is igniting
and is inviting.
Time is young
old
beautiful
new.
It bends and flows
naturally,
finding itself
in the right place
at the right hour
for the right feeling.

Writing about love
follows the known path;
oh, how sublime love is,
how everlasting–
how ethereal.
Love shines
with a halo,
enveloping the lovers
with its sensual wings.

Ich denke an dich
und die grelle Nacht
hat keine Stimme mehr.
Alles was ich höre,
kann ich nix mehr.
Die Farben der Nacht
leuchten nicht so wie
deine Augen,
Alles was ich will—
Alles ist Liebe.

Deine Rührung
sehne ich mich nach.
Der Mo-ment
wann alles kl-ingt,
Warte ich noch.
Ich weiß, was ich sehe,
was ich fühle,
aber mein Wunsch
ist mein Schicksal.
Doch du könntest es auch sein.

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