Thursday, December 18, 2014

My piece of heaven

But how can I ever stop holding your hand?
Yes, your hand… your perfect hands
You’re, indeed, the partner of my whole life
“What's meant to be, will be” people say
And people say many things that are not
But that in particular: IS;
And I am so happy it is…
No one could be happier than me about it.

I am a disaster, a complete mess
Someone that breaks down with the wind
A simple being as weak as a whispered line
Still here you are picking me like the one
Making me feel the most special
And getting me lost in your eyes…
How dare you to come to me like that?
Acting like a human when you’re more than that.

But how could I deserve you?
Deserve you when I am always falling apart
You, amazing being that have caught my heart
Maybe I have truly lost my mind
Maybe it’s in my head that I built you up
But how could I even imagine such majesty?
Indeed the Lord Himself, with you, got inspired
Don’t you agree? You should, dear love of my soul.

Have you ever thought about that?
About the feeling that gives me to have you around
You're a piece of heaven, I swear with my heart
The piece of heaven that brought me back to life
Don’t you remember me gloomy and dull?
It was your presence that didn’t let me die
Who but you, between the creations, could ever get that?
No one but you, my love, no one.





Sunday, December 7, 2014

Everything and nothing

And if one day the turbulence slip us away,
If my weakness and your strength conspire,
If your day and my night disarrange;
And my pride can more than your pain,
I want you know that, in my chest
In my chest and in the hidden of my soul
I'll cry your lost and I'll suffer your oblivion
And even through my coldness our love will remain alive.

Don't believe always in this mouth that says so many things
Believe in my eyes, in my eyes that are more yours than mine 
My eyes deep and sincere
My eyes happy, ashamed, sad,
Anyways, these eyes of mine so yours. 

And be sure about, oh only love of mine! 
That it has been heavier my conscience...
My conscience and its chains, my prejudices and my dilemmas
Than your honesty and the little that you used to offer me,
And I say little because you used to say it
Not cause I felt it like that
Because you were giving me everything having nothing
Because in you I have everything and I have nothing.


DATE: October 28th 2014
BY: Madelaine Bustamante