These cold nights and sweet breeze
Leaves my conscience in a dire squeeze
This golden bright and stout thunder
Leaves me searching a place to hide under
But this unloving love and this uncaring care
Leaves my nerves with dark blood spare in despair
Come back O my love, Come back O my love
For I still feel for you and I'm here without you.
^ Life's pretty hard when you see all bright lights flowing around and deep inside a small dark portion calls for sun. But in thoughts there are dreams and in dreams there is hope.
Here's the dark horse I'm riding on. He absorbs darkness, making the sky of my dreams bright and full of the seven beautiful ways to be happy. Hope, Faith and Love are his sublime breakfast, lunch and dinner which make our journey worth-it to walk upon.
"Hope is both the earliest and the most indispensable virtue inherent in the state of being alive. If life is to be sustained hope must remain, even where confidence is wounded, trust impaired."
I'm here without love and dark nerves are bending upon to search smattering amount of courage and faith. But I have hope and trust in the person within that he'll somehow get to her sensitive core and boom again in red, spreading joy with happiness.
I look in the mirror of my dreams and promise myself to never step down from my virtual dark horse. Makes me feel like a prince. Or may be I am one. The prince of my life; our life. :)
This post is just a split portion of my feeling at this jiffy. And she's probably sleeping but she's well awake in this craving heart of mine. See, there's the kiss of love! Period.