The end of love is to never have loved at all.
Unselfish passion, doesn't look at the outcome.
In my wildest dreams... I always find that you are beside me
and as I awake, I find that everyone is gone and
you are still beside me.
Reality always spins a different tale.
That which fuels the fire of my soul,
is made of patience, kindness, passion,
joy and happiness...did I mention you?
The room is cold but as I think of you
I feel the warmth of a thousands suns.
To feed the hunger,
one must not be deprived of love.
I can see a stroke of anger in most,
in you I see a stroke of gentleness.