Long Distance Relationship

I have a new love she is my world I would die if I lost her she is one special girl I want to see her so bad it makes want to cry I just want to hold her to look her in the eyes We talk online every day her messages get me through but it is not the same so tell me what should I do When I do get to see her I will be as happy as can be but the thought of having to leave again makes me dropp to my knees Just thinking of her makes my heart skip beats and never getting to be with her will be a terrifying feat The pain will be horrid my emotions running wild but her love will pull me through at least for a little while It may be hard but I will not end it for if I lost her my wrists i would slit I cant live without her my life wouldnt be whole I love her so much more than you could know

Here I Love You

Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.

Here I love you.
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.

The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me.

The moon turns its clockwork dream.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.

Your Hands

When your hands leap
towards mine, love,
what do they bring me in flight?
Why did they stop
at my lips, so suddenly,
why do I know them,
as if once before,
I have touched them,
as if, before being,
they travelled
my forehead, my waist?
Their smoothness came
winging through time,
over the sea and the smoke,
over the Spring,
and when you laid
your hands on my chest
I knew those wings
of the gold doves,
I knew that clay,
and that colour of grain.
The years of my life
have been roadways of searching,
a climbing of stairs,
a crossing of reefs.
Trains hurled me onwards
waters recalled me,
on the surface of grapes
it seemed that I touched you.
Wood, of a sudden,
made contact with you,
the almond-tree summoned
your hidden smoothness,
until both your hands
closed on my chest,
like a pair of wings
ending their flight.