I care about the months no more
I’d count only when it’s necessary
But keeping records of every hour
Would make me sound really crazy
I don’t really know the difference
Of months from weeks and days
Of hours from minutes and seconds
Of sometimes from seldom and always
But I only know of two phases in love
Now—that is happening at the moment
And eternity—a gift we receive from above
These are periods I can never count
So if someone asks me this question
“When did you start loving him?”
“Now and each day my love goes on
My love is infinite—no end or beginning.”
Then you asked, “How long will you love me?”
I replied, “Would you help me count, please
How many days are there in an eternity?
'Cause I will love you even after we die in peace.”
They say love is sweeter the second time around. I say love is sweeter if it's true and when you've found your soulmate.
Sunday, May 3, 2015
Places
All my life I dreamt
of going places
That I stop wishing
and start taking paces
I should finally make
this dream come true
Somehow I knew I can
do it all with you
The places we go and the
people we meet
Make every journey all
the more worth it
But that’s not what
gives me the bliss I feel
It’s being with you
that gives me the thrill
Every time we plan
another trip together
I couldn’t help myself
but feel so eager
This was everything I
ever hoped for
I couldn’t believe I
am dreaming no more
But all of these will
not stop me from yearning
We’re only in the
first part of another beginning
I will never stop dreaming
and taking chances
For as long as we can,
together we’ll go places
I’d love to let these
eyes see the magnificence
Of the deepest seas
and the highest mountains
But I’d love it even
more if in every journey
You’re travelling to different
places with me
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