A stranger i called my love ran away with my heart

Why do you stare at me when my eyes are closed
its like your judging my smile.
Why do you fear when i let go of your hand,
as you pretend to be happy but sad,
showering me with enthusiastic words,
for you said your worthy to carry my name.
Fulfilled me with thoughts that convinced me,
we could be together for longer than i thought.
Your an exquisite flower,
with you i felt trapped in a room of florists,
consumed with scars from stabbing me right through the heart were it hurts most.
I always feard that it would be stolen
but this was far beyond i imagined.
You were so considerate and never anticipated so i named you precious,
but you left me wounded simply because i loved you,
more than i could measure the distance.

Longing happiness

Happier times are rare this days,
estrangered by acts of craziness some celebrations,
appreciating each moment becomes glorious.
Compared to a woman who just wants to know you,
its like a charm but more charismatic,
not pleasently regretful,but your consciousness acts.
So poor yet gladly well it has nothing to do with suffering nor disappointment but beauty.
Happier times are not sinful,
its a part of us we can not hide,
bitter we are indescribable longing,
your heart will rage with great pressure and shes waiting for you to frame the picture,
let it slide,peering through those eyes while pouring your heart.
Its the one you love that makes it a happier time even when we cry.

The skylark with its true clouds

Only nature has the right tone,the signature for life,if all has fallen mistical then blinded for eternity for one has never admired the greatness of the creator.