PrincessPrincessYou're the princess of my dreams,Seeing you is just a beautiful sight,You illuminate them,You just irradiate light,With you by my side,I'm never in the dark,When I think of you,I think of a princess,I might just see the good,But ain't love blind?You're a blinding light,You're a pathway to happiness,You're all that I want,We complete each other,I'm you're prince charming,And you're my princess.
Vacillating flameIn the light of a candle,I only see your face,The light that pledges,To ever love you ,To ever cherish you.This candle enlightens us both,So that you too can,Observe my light part,That pledges,To ever love me ,To ever cherish me.This flame is fragile,It's falteringWith each breath,Iridescent,With each doubt,She declines,When everyone takes his way.It will shut down,If the breath,mixed in doubtAnd the road,Separates us.
The windThe windThe wind,This invisible force,As peaceful and appreciated as a gentle flow,As strong and destructive as a hurricane.I'm just standing there enjoying the nice weather and wind,I think that this should be done more often,As very relaxing indeed.Can't you see I'm happy?Can't you just stop harming?Harming this beautiful nature who gave birth to wind?The wind,Useless,Yet absolutely necessary.I love you wind,And this is for you,Take those words and make them fly away.
Sitting on a cloudSitting on a cloudI think,I travel,I look,I observe,The blue sky,The blue Earth.Then I think again,To this beautiful blue,Colour of its eyes,Colour of the ocean,Filled with tears,Like drops,Fallen from my cloud.I travel,On the top of its head,Impassive white,It's neutral and calm,Storm black,It's the anger which dominates,Candy pink,It's the love which is in the wind.I look at,This supreme beauty,This woman's body,This new born life,This new formed cloud,It's a new beginning.I observe,Discreetly,Conscientiously,I note,I register,These small things,Who makes life.
For my soulmateFor my soulmate:For my soulmate I writeFor my soulmate I playFor my soulmate I singI write because I care,I write because I love,I write because I feel,I play because I like,I play because I hear,I play because I touch,I sing because I cry,I sing because It hurts,I sing because it heals,When I write down my feelings,I like to confess that my heart,Is the sole property of the one I sing,When I play on this piano,And when I touch the keys,I hear my composed love song,When I sing it's to get all the hurting,It's to get all the crying,Out to make room for the healing.
Through the looking glassThrough the looking glassI see myself,And I see someone else,Both are me,But who should I really be?On one side,I'm pretty, naive and my dress is made of soothing colors,On the other side,I'm pretty, deadly, and my dress reflects a dark gloom,The choice,Breaks my heart as well as the glass,But does it reflect what I really want?The glass is all broken now,And I feel the grip of gloom taking me,Neither of my attributes will help me,I need to fall or resist,I'm leaving myself to fall,But falling into what I don't know,Maybe into happiness,I'm so naive,I'll wait until I hit the ground,Then I'll know,Will it hurt?Only god knows,Through the looking glass I've looked,And I don't see anything good,Maybe it's all in my mind,I'm so naive...