Sweet-nothing Symphony

One, two, three.
Percussion. Strings. Words.
Boy: I love you.
Girl: Do you really?
Boy: I promise it's true.
Girl: Will you leave me?
Boy: Never! Till the day I die!
Girl: Would you die for me?
Boy: I cannot live without you!
Girl: But yet you lived before you met me...
Boy: But now I'm born again!
Girl: Do you know what love is?
Boy: Yes! It's what I feel for you.
Girl: What do you feel for me?
Boy: I want to kiss you and hold you.
Girl: What if I went away?
Boy: Then I would miss you.
Girl: Would you think of me?
Boy: I'd dream of you every night.
Girl: Sigh...I think I'm falling.
Boy: I'll catch you when you fall.
Girl: Here is my heart.
Boy: I'll handle it with care.
Girl: Here's the key.
Boy: I'll never let it go.
Girl: I'm all yours.
Boy: Do you see that light over there?
Girl: Does it call to you?
Boy: It's so bright...
Girl: Please take my hand...
Boy: Wait. I see something.
Girl: I'm beginning to fall...
Boy: Hold on.
Girl: Catch me, please!
Boy: I will.
Girl: I love you!
Silence.
He is drawn closer to the light.
She falls into the darkness.
He looks back.
She is gone.

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Say yes!

Say yes to life, say yes to pain,
But embrace all possibilities.
Say yes to love, say yes to taking chances,
But choose to take the risk.
Say yes to the one,
Who brings a smile to my lips.
Say yes to the one,
Who revels in my laughter.
Say yes to fall, say yes to step up!
Love me, love you, love life.
Love today, love tomorrow as I loved yesterday.
Hope floats on clouds closest to land.
Heaven lingers in the freedom of hearts.
Say yes to moonlight,
That tucks me in at night.
Say yes to the sun,
That welcomes me in daylight.
Say yes to the breath of life.
Say yes to the promise of love.
Another moment, another hour, another day.
Another heartbeat, another sigh, another feeling.
And still say yes...again.

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Being in love: an Anthology

What is being in love?
There are no denotations,
Or connotations, or declarations.
It can’t be described in phrases,
Or poetry, or quotations.
It’s dancing in the rain
It’s splashing in muddy puddles
Not caring whether you’ll get sick.
You live for the laughter
And the warmth of the fire after.

It’s talking for hours
As daylight turns to night.
It’s finishing each other’s sentences.
It’s looks that mean a thousand tongues.
It’s contentment in silence.
Knowing no magnitude of distance,
Of time, of proximity
Can break the thread
That binds two hearts.

It’s like coming home.
It’s wanting to be the first,
The last, the universal center.
It’s feeling like the one,
The only, the quintessential core
It’s like being in a crowded room
But feeling nothing and no one else exists.
Turn a blind eye to the watchful.
Turn a deaf ear to the doubtful.
Throw caution into the wind.

It’s like being high
But not on drugs.
It’s being in heaven
And then falling,
Falling and falling again.
And each time,
Love cushions your fall…

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Sweet Dreams

‘Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper ‘I love you’
Birds singing in the sycamore trees…

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me.’ – Louis Armstrong

A faceless stranger…
He comes at night
Holds close into the dawn
And kisses in morning sunlight.

A mystery dreamer…
He whispers sweet-nothings
Brings song to melody
Sweet serenity.

An unknown keeper…
He appears in fidelity
His eyes tender
His touch surrenders.

A silent phantom…
His passion sensitive
His subtle obsession
Subliminal yet empowering.

An oblivious soul…
Dancing amidst wistful clouds
To a soothing rhapsody
Upon heavenly providence.

‘Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd a way!’ - Stephen Foster

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She is...

She walks into the room
Heels clicking on the marble floor.
Her legs like pillars
Reminiscent of the Greek Acropolis.
Her body like Venus
Roman embodiment of Beauty and Love.
Her face like Monalisa
A beauty with mystery in her smile.
Her voice like Strauss
A candescent, haunting symphony.
Her eyes like twilight
Dangerous, inviting. Silent, captivating.
Her laugh like summer rain
Vicious, exciting. Sensual, chastising.

You may want her
But you can’t have her.
You may have her
But you’d want to keep her.
You may lose her
But you’d need to know her.
You may leave her
But you’ll never forget her.
The touch of her hand…
You’re taken.
The look in her eyes…
You’ve fallen.
Her warmth by your side…
You’re lost.
Her breath on your skin…
You’re close.
Close to nothing, close to something, close to everything.

You give her love
She will give you forever.
You give her the world
She will give you life.
You give her each moment
She will give you a lifetime.
You give her passion
She will give you undying faith.
Love is her religion.
She walks, she sees, she speaks.
She laughs, she breathes, she loves.
She waits.
She is...

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