Autumn came before me,
And she asked:
"When all my leaves change,
And burrows are dug,
When your sweaters are worn,
And you fall in love,
Please protect my golden boy,
Stare into his hazel eyes,
Run your hands through his straw spun hair,
And hold him close until sunrise."
You were born of Autumn.
And Autumn loved you so.
She put you in my arms,
And asked me to never let you go.
I'll honor her wishes,
I will keep you close.
Your heart is made of gold,
And I'll love you the most.
So when Autumn comes,
Once again,
I'll tell her that
I was your friend.

How can I build you up?
How can I break you down?
How can I make you see
That you are safe and sound
With me

While I was enjoying my bicycle ride, It started drizzling and I felt happy, then it stopped.

Suddenly it started pouring rain and I felt excitement and comfort rush over me when I remembered my childhood.

The sweet memory of playing under the rain and waiting to get in trouble with my beloved mother felt like a precious gift.

Hussein Dekmak

I know I keep leaving
Never known how to stay in one place
I am hard to love with a gypsy soul

The air feels cold again
Like it did when we walked across the curved crossroad leaving winding footprints buried in the snow

When the earth seemed to be peeling off her color folding the summer back into her suitcase

Cream-filled sugary
Chocolate frosting and sprinkles
Cinnamon scented

My Rose,
The beat in my heart,
The water to my roots,
The sun to my bloom,
The light in my darkness.

My Peony,
The smile on my lips,
The sparkle in my eye,
The moon to my night,
The warmth in my arms.

My Carnation,
The blood in my veins,
The flush in my cheeks,
The butterflies in my stomach,
The love in my words.

My Chéri,
The holder of my heart,
The love of my life,
The road I follow,
The lover that keeps me.

My Dream,
The one I hold close
The one I adore,
The one I cherish,
The one I admire.

My Morning,
The soft kisses,
The delicate words,
The light touches,
The gentle ‘I love you’s.

My warmth,
The fire in the hearth,
The heat that warms me,
The blaze of passion,
The one I ardor.

My Loving Chéri,
The yearning,
The desire,
The hankering,
The urge for your heart.

I love you.

The rose caressed my fingers.
"he loves me, he loves me not."
My eyes could only see red.
"he loves me, he loves me not."
Ready to peel the sweet bud -
"he loves me, he loves me not."

His gentle fingers grazed mine.
"I love you, I love you so."
His eyes were milk chocolates.
"I love you, I love you so."
The petals clung to the rose.
"I love you, I love you so."