Wanted: a soul.
Darkness? I don't know
The philosophy of the word love, includes not one, but two souls.
What is love? And what makes it real?
 Some think hell.
It traps you into a bucket of hopes and wishes with no escape.
Others see love in a different way.

like me.
When I think of you..
My heart blossoms like a rose.
I think..
I love the topography of your fingerprints left upon my skin.
Our definition of troublesome is the heart of a lion,
brave but daring, never doing things right but always trying over and over to make it right.

When I see you..
It rains, rain drops falling on my old sneakers,
Falling on my transportation, me waiting to see your brown beautiful eyes.

When were together we think beyond the ordinary.
We wonder where were we born?
We imagine an unusual image of a pile of paper deciding our life.
We think about the future and success in a bath of money.

When you're gone...
My night breathes a frightened child's cry.
When you're gone..
My night is no longer a blue sky.

Wanted: Your love
Darkness? The absence of your warmth
My philosophy of the word love, includes not one, but both of our souls.