You are the drop,and the ocean you are kindness,you are anger, you are sweetness,you are poison. Do not make me more disheartened. you are the chamber of the sun, you are the abode of venus, you are the garden of all hope. Oh, Beloved, let me enter.
If I had a box just for wishes and dreams that had never come true, the box would be empty, except for the memory of how they were answered by you.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond.
Love flourishes in expectation. Expectation strolls through the spacious fields of Time towards Opportunity.
She chased after her dream with much desire, but when she got to close to her expectations, well the dream burned up like paper in fire.
But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
I thought of all the others who had tried to tie her to the ground and failed. So I resisted showing her the songs and poems I had written, knowing that too much truth can ruin a thing. And if that meant she wasn't entirely mine, what of it? I would be the one she could always return to without fear of recrimination or question. So I did not try to win her and contented myself with playing a beautiful game. But there was always a part of me that hoped for more, and so there was a part of me that was always a fool.
All I ever wanted Was to know that you were dreaming.
Hope is an echo, hope ties itself yonder, yonder.
She waited for you in a thousand different ways.
