When I love you, I really want to to make torrential rains, to the bone to get wet, your shirt to see how good I am. When I love you, I really want to to bend a hurricane wind and you, trembling, to press

I call your white salvation in a quiet silence, in endless beautiful villages, with a lace of cheeky tenderness. I call you a merry event of all unwanted love. Tainted wisdom learned from the mistakes

If the words were hands, I would have put both of you in your heart, every pain I take from it and to write "I love" with my hands. If the words were hands, the air would have been between our

You paint me in hot-yellow, when I gently embrace you. You risk being with me for a long time, even after a sunset to come back. You paint me in clear-blue, dreams when I'm in the clouds. You're rhyming

You do not know how many tears came out of my eyes, you do not know how much pain my breasts gathered, hurt me like no other, he crashed my world in seconds like a clay pot. Now you collect and stick pieces,

A magic moment - sadness embraced me ... Illuminated by the new day the brightest road will take! Start new hopes that rise in the soul, that the world will wake up and be loved and white ... And I will

Friends I do not really want to have. You hit me, even one. But ready to go with me through Ada. And tears and joy with me to divide. I want a friend to cry, when my wound bleeds. A friend for whom I mean

When the roses do not bloom and the Sun behind the clouds is hiding, then the birds in the sky do not fly, but a man comes out of his grief to drink. When we sink into silence above feelings anger has

Love me. Before it blossoms the last-forgotten picture, and thoughts saturated to white, to fall from the cracked frame. Love me now. While there is the reality, untouched by the days, and only the impossible

I did not become a bird - another cobweb cherry. The green swamps are my mistresses. My path was wrong - do not take me to your lashes. My wings - two poems stunned - feathers and words roam in the road

Oasis of my dreams, I took hold of you and the sky with a stream of fire she bristled at me. The lagoon is very blue, the road is far away. Thoughts are waves. Let's always be with you and still, know

We're not the only ones with you. But we can. And with ease. We can talk. Then reality. We can do a lot. More than that. One does not know. Let's divide. How is the polite destiny lived ?! He will not

The raindrops become flowers, the wind of the wind - the flute, the summer heat - in the dark rises magic, around me, with dreams, chasing dreams, they are scattering on my heavenly manna, love from everywhere

I melt when he looks at me, but with that gentle look. I melt upon his touch. I will melt as soon as possible saw his goodness. I melt, right away, every time he talks to me. I melt when she smiles. I

Your skin milk chocolate my head made a marmalade my passion shone like a parade when I made a sword on the ground to stare at you from behind. You looked at me for a moment my heart hardened when you

I was a lottery number for you, most randomly in the drawing chosen. And I realized - love is one, but it is different - only desired. Is that why I need it? as an angel with wings to keep you, to be your

Everything flows ... and changes! I do not know if Heraclitus was crazy? But the voice of the bell is poetry frozen in the winter cold. Snow is crystals Love, not water! Connection magical to Heaven and

I'm not self-conscious, do not wait in the dark! She will come to herself. I will be yours, loving and ... giving birth. I will be the living fire in your soul, sugar and salt of your life, tender flower

The sleepless night is a draftsman. It draws spheres, memories, pictures. And nothing in it seems complicated, and everything in it - a past. The night hinders every falling day in the sound of silent

I'm afraid to die. I'm afraid of the unknown. I'm afraid of the temptation of Death. I'm afraid I can bow down. My life has been very angry. And sorrow. But I was happy too. Once. I still have to live.