Promise me
You’ll never vacuum your heart
Never discard my love
Never scrap my affections
Never trash my memories
Or ever bin my emotions

If my love litters your heart
Let it remain so
Let it be untidy, unclean
If you ever clean it
I’ll make it messy again

We float
Through the prisms of space and time
Through the eyes of the mind
Through each other

We float
Without a destination
With imagination
Holding each other

We float
Zig-zag, vroom-vroom
Straight and round and round
Smiling

We float
We float
Nobody to catch us
Nobody to instruct us
Faraway
We float

When I see her I know
That I cannot be perfect
She is my flaw
My fatal weakness
She possesses me
I am in her control
With one blink of her eye
I lose myself to her
Is it within me to overcome?
Do I succumb too easily?
I have heard stories of strong men
Weakened by the power of love
What have I to lose?
If perfection demands that I cease to love
Then forever flawed I wish to be

Every year with you is an adventure
Every month with you is a phenomenon
Every week with you is a jubilation
Every day with you is a festival
Every hour with you is a revelry
Every minute with you is an ecstasy
Every moment with you is a poetry

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Deep beneath the ocean bed
Where no man has ever tread
Blossom a pair of dainty flowers
In a cave where mermaids tend
And fishes sing for nights on end
For the plants holding love’s powers

It is said that the glowing bloom
Were consigned to lasting gloom
Eons ago in the guise of lovers
Brutally killed and dumped in sea
By their own damned family
They found a home in the ocean’s covers

There they blush for eternity
Away from all monstrosity
Tangled and embracing for suns
And I know this to be true
I’ve watched their dance and sang their due
I myself was a salmon once

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Early morning when I get up from my bed
Your thoughts are spinning circles in my head
It’s these thoughts that get me through every day
Even at night they refuse to go away

I’m in class and I steal a look at you
It’s become my favourite silly-thing to do
I know you’ve caught me once or maybe twice
And then your smile has made me feel so nice

After school I go home all on my own
Hoping you’d ask me why I am walking alone
A hundred times I’ve run it in my mind
But no good answer I seem to find

At home I hardly ever seem to talk
Mom and Dad plan to send me to a doc
They worry when there is really nothing to
All I am doing is thinking of you

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Her love is bigger than all the jewels adorning the queen
She loves me more than a star loves to gleam
Her love is larger than all the love that I have ever seen
She loves me more than a poet loves to dream
Her love is greater than heaven and hell and everything in between
She loves me as much as I love her it seems

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Hold my hand as you sleep
Let me feel your touch
Let your breath linger on my skin
Dream! Dream your worries away
Through your touch I
Will step inside your head
Tread softly on the soft clouds
Trespass into your dreams

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Love me
Love me like the lightning loves the thunder
Like the mind loves the wonder
Love me, love me so
Like the snow loves the mountains
Like the naughty water loves the fountains
Love me, won’t you love me so?
Love me like there’s no tomorrow
Like the winter loves the sorrow
Love me, love me now
Like a child’s love for chocolate
Unconditional and affectionate
Love me darling, love me
Like the victor loves the gloating
Like the tummy loves the bloating
Love me, love me, love me
Love me like a miser loves his money
Like the bees love their honey
Love me, sting me
Like a lion loves the roaring
Like the clouds love the pouring
Love me, love me more
Like the hearts that love the beating
Like a house loves the heating
Love me, love me always
Like the way I want you badly
Like the way I love you madly
Love me, love me

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I’ll shut all the windows, bolt all the doors
Seal all the holes in the roof and the floors
In my arms you for ever I’ll enclose
But I won’t let that fiendish Death come close

I’ll shut down all the lights and silence there will be
So it never detects your presence here with me
I’ll stay up all night if such a need arose
But I won’t let that devilish Death come close

Whether it be day or night or the blazing noon
Whether it be May or March or the balmy June
Whether in the guise of Hel or Kali or in the form of Thanatos
I won’t let that infernal Death come close

I’ll protect you from all harm, risk and injury
Keep you safe from its sniff and artillery
As long as life runs from my head to my toes
I won’t let that menacing Death come close

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