Isn’t it funny

Isn’t it funny when polar opposites
End up sharing the same nature?
Two opposing forces sail along
The parallel currents of
Identical core values.

The nature of physics is defied,
The law of gravity – shattered.
We do not really settle an argument
So much as we both win.
Our Universe consists of
Brilliant particles that
Make up a whole new world.

We each make a case
For what we have to say.
Yet, in the end,
We pray to the same God.

You and I cannot live
Without one another.
Even when we are tearing
Each other apart,
We do so
Fueled by an everlasting passion.

The Mystery of Hearts

The mystery of hearts,
So intricately woven.
The thrill of romance,
Burst of lust.

For what do we live,
If not a brief moment?

A burst of passion can carry
Us through the mundane sadness.
The routine is shattered
With a gentle kiss.

There is no greater sorrow than
When we are apart…
I find my soul aching for the
Slightest sign of you.

How much longer must I
Tolerate the grey solitude?

This game of hearts,
The real, beating ones.
How fearlessly we play,
Until one shatters.

The ache within my heart
Knows no limits.
Bring me back, ignite me once again
Simply by walking into the room.

I thirst for you

I thirst for you.
I ache for you when you are not here.
Why is solitude so overwhelming?
Is it because every piece of me belongs
To you?

Yes, I often speak what others
Do not dare to whisper.
We go places and we hold hands
Where others would be shamed and

While others opt for comfort,
You and I remain vocal, even if distraught.
Not having you next to me
Takes away that voice.

I am plenty independent and have
Strength within me,
But I would still die for you.

We are unique, we are unmistakable.
We are God’s creations.
We will continue on for as long
As He wills us to.

Thus, my thirst is quenched
By having you in my life.


How difficult it is to breathe when
You know not what to do or say.
You wish that you had known before then
Whether to stay or run away.

Unconsciously you dream of roads that
You may have taken, but forgot.
You choke then on the words that you spat
Out when loosing faith in God.

For His is only love that matters.
You now compulsively seek Him.
The devil laughs and charms and flatters.
And sadness fills you to the brim.

However long this torment lasts and
However trying is your road,
You must not weep, must not be saddened.
You will have found your new abode.

My love story

We drifted purposelessly forward,
Not knowing how or what we did.
We played some games, sill pushing onward,
With neither hope, nor love, nor need.

How quickly did we turn around though.
I with a brief touch of your hand.
You still proceeded cool, like fresh snow.
But both, inside, we knew the end.

We knew that we would touch each other,
And, knowingly, we took the risk.
For once in life we did not bother
Be cautious with a touch so brisk.

And so the fire we ignited
For one and many years to come.
We were solidified, United.
We have proceeded thence as one.

Mind you, it was refined and subtle,
As it was centuries ago.
Not any human dared to muddle
Uniqueness of the fast and slow.

A punishment beyond just painful
Could have befallen on us both.
Our witnesses were, some, disdainful,
But we, in spite them, took an oath.

What came of it was not illusion,
For we still live it every day.
Our love – the ultimate conclusion
For what we did wish, hope, and pray.

A snow-cold paralysis

A snow-cold paralysis
Grips my heart and slowly
Suffocates me from
The neck down.

Stagnation and fear overwhelm
My usual state, which is
Intrinsically connected to

We drift apart, and I cannot help
But wonder if it is my fault.
I wish I could break free
From my apparent stupidity.

It is not my literal intellect
That I am questioning.
It is an emotional and practical
Intelligence that is under attack.

I want to give you my everything
In fact, you already have it all.
Nevertheless, so often lately
Do I feel like it is not enough.

I would like to think that,
Even if the world fell apart,
We would still have each other,
Unconditionally, truly, boundlessly.

The spark that lights the fire
Between us is still within our reach.
It is far too early to sound the
Alarms of dangerous annihilation
Of our love.

Yes, it is entirely my fault.
I have frozen myself and am not
Moving in the direction of regaining
My best or developing my future self.

Please accept this as my apology
And as hey another declaration of love.

The depths of my mind are preoccupied
And the very fibers of my soul are
Completely devoted to your presence
In my life.