How terribly I hate it's absence
Yet the pain from it is what makes me speak
"To Belong" how sweet the words!
My inside turns and burns at the though.
It beggs,
My dearest Romeo. No, dearer then he.
For my love for you has been built on your own for me
but yours did not depended on that you did see.
How I miss thee without even ever the sight of thee.
My body is damned, has been so from the day I was born.
My body easily dismisses thee, but my soul does not.
My body never forgets, it craves and aches.
It disguises the pain.
I am a lady, and my soul submits to the body even against my own will.
My body wishes for calm and peace, while soul wishes nothing but to roar, to soar!
An eternal conflict upon my mind, for commands I give to my soul, to see my own legs disobey.
I crave to be yours and love you with a love that runs and never tires,
Sleeps only to wake faster and spend a new day by your side,
and gives wings and freedom to I, who was poor but never knew, before you that changed it all.
I wish to give you my inside, to fulfill your every desire.
I wish to be in this moment of passion forevermore,
and wake from the dream you so lovingly gave me,
but a dream that pushes me to forget you
turning the dream into a nightmare without you.
I need you, I love you.
I love you more that I can understand.
The very thought of your face,
and of your arms wrapped around me:
Oh, I could faint from the breath that is taken away in just the thought of such a moment.
The emptiness of your absence strikes me like stones.
Knowing that you are here, but I can't touch you.
It tortures me.
There are days, the ones I hate the most,
when the pain of not feeling you and being ever aware of your presence,
convinces me that lying to myself would be medicine.
When I try to believe that I don't love you so much, or not even at all,
so I couldn't be able to miss you.
I confess, a day may go by, sometimes 2 or even 3 when I believe in that lie.
But my love for you is stronger. Not thinking about you becomes poison.
If I believe any further I begin to kill my own heart, or try to turn it to stone.
Yet I still love thee. I could never stop loving thee.
I know your love for me is fair and true.
In fact your love for me is wild!
Deeper then my own. 't'was your love that captured me so.
My face, my heart and soul will never be as fair as your own,
but you love me still.
You chose me among so many.
Please, my love, save me.
Make me alive again with a kiss from your lips
and the words of your heart to me.
Your voice is to me the most precious sound on earth and above it.
No violin ever sweet could surpass the sweetness of your voice,
nor the strength of thunder and drums be as strong and capturing.
I am your at request! Request for me! Call my name and tell of your love,
for it is refreshing, a cool breeze while under a torrent sun. It is to me as nectar
and cool water from a fountain we battled to reach.
Return to me the gift you gave in my own name
that you took from me as you left.
Remind me of your omnipresence and your everlasting love.
Let us renew our vows, let me be true this time.
My love, I fear your distance.
When you are not with me all I have is pain and insecurity.
This brings me confusions and I miss thee deeply.
Your letters bring me comfort,
but please my love, return!
I need the touch of your hand, and the warmth of your arms
I need the fire of your presence.
I need thee.
I confess, a day may go by, sometimes 2 or even 3 when I believe in that lie.
But my love for you is stronger. Not thinking about you becomes poison.
If I believe any further I begin to kill my own heart, or try to turn it to stone.
Yet I still love thee. I could never stop loving thee.
I know your love for me is fair and true.
In fact your love for me is wild!
Deeper then my own. 't'was your love that captured me so.
My face, my heart and soul will never be as fair as your own,
but you love me still.
You chose me among so many.
Please, my love, save me.
Make me alive again with a kiss from your lips
and the words of your heart to me.
Your voice is to me the most precious sound on earth and above it.
No violin ever sweet could surpass the sweetness of your voice,
nor the strength of thunder and drums be as strong and capturing.
I am your at request! Request for me! Call my name and tell of your love,
for it is refreshing, a cool breeze while under a torrent sun. It is to me as nectar
and cool water from a fountain we battled to reach.
Return to me the gift you gave in my own name
that you took from me as you left.
Remind me of your omnipresence and your everlasting love.
Let us renew our vows, let me be true this time.
My love, I fear your distance.
When you are not with me all I have is pain and insecurity.
This brings me confusions and I miss thee deeply.
Your letters bring me comfort,
but please my love, return!
I need the touch of your hand, and the warmth of your arms
I need the fire of your presence.
I need thee.
