Your eyes are the enlightenment of my ecstasy. They dominate profound memories of my existence.

Why can't I think of things, when I think of them?
I think I am mentally inept, when I can’t think of the
Things I think.

It hurts in the deepest of my soul.
The satisfaction of your unfaithfulness, separate me from my world.
Now I'm just another lost soul, hurting from your lies, misery and betrayals.

Who are you?
I don't know!
what are you doing here?
I don't know!

I was looking at you, but I don't know who you are!
I'm still looking at you, but I still don't know who you are!

Some times when you are nearby the excitement is so great that no words

could say how deeply the enchantment feels.

You don't realize that your sensational glee heals a broken heart.

A familiar sense of time makes my heart doubts the feelings that separate ourselves from the effects that we desire.

I was once loved before.
I was once trusted before.
I was once intrigue by you before.

Love is good when you mean it.
Love makes you appreciate, if you really trust love.

I hear something I think dad is home. Dad it’s you! I want to run to you and give you a big hug, hold you and kiss you and tell you that I love you and that I have thought of you today.

Even when you are not here, I could still hear your sugariness voice singing thru my ears.
Sweetness of your eyes and lips shelter me of my past and present hurts and tears.

Winds blow your reflection spiraling vastly into the emptiness.
Far away I notice the crying sky, shifting the serenity of time.
Music plays; people walk without sense in space.

My dreams dissolve when I smile and try to talk.
The emptiness of my heart hurts in the deepest of my soul.
The more I suffer, the grateful my spirit feels.

When you are not by my side, a rush of anguish runs through my veins
as an incandesce fire that burns the heavens we breath, leaving an

Imagining you are here with me,
A disillusion of my heart would be.
I sense when you think of me,
A feeling of what it might have been.
The most secret love our lives share indeed,

When a gentle breeze passes by,
an ardent beam exudes my imagination
enchanting the desires of my secrets.

The Silence makes my dreams dark.
I could not heed my thoughts.
My false reality has long vanished.
I will rest, two thousand years from now.