Reading is love when it is your writing.
Sometimes silence speak louder than the words,
Sometimes to hear your heart beat is all I need to end my loneliness.
Your writing fills my emptiness with a beautiful manifestation of your innocence.
We are emotional beings. Too emotional to express our loves.
The true love get anxious, its tongue slips.
The words stutter as they come out, and the image of the world blackens out.
The heart is in chaos in the times of love. The feelings overwhelm us.
But an honest lover is also honest to his love. He is a fearful brave.
I am a fearful brave. I am brave when I only fear to lose you and your love.
Love without fear is void, without wisdom bravery ends in death.
Now that you know me, how shaky I get when I express my feelings,
Know also that I am your curious explorer.
I want to see you open up like a golden chest, I know you have gems,
And the best of them is your heart.
Putting your heart into my heart is where I want to protect it. This is how gentle I can be.
My chest and what is in it will be yours
As long as you give love and support, my heart becomes your fortress.
I don’t know how you know me, it looks as if you have already invaded my castle.
You are right in the things you know. You are also right that you are a work of art.
The beauty you see in my writings is the reflection of your beauty,
And I love you verily.
Let me tell you a secret. This secret that can only be revealed in between the lovers.
It is that no art is complete. Every flower fades away one day.
There is death in life, and it is a truth.
Leave your fears to me, our task is not to fear death or think about it.
Our way is to live until we live no more.
As long as we forget about our own existence to live for one another,
We can make each other live as long as we can breathe.
The art is only complete when art is for the lover.
To share or receive it can make our heart complete.
It is only then our lives are complete.