In life as in death

I have flipped through many pages,

and in none, I have felt like this,

when flowers are dripping over,

everytime, you'd give me a kiss.


I have ran along the desert,

to see if there was a replica of you,

but all the nicest things however, remind me,

that because of you, all my canvases are blue.


You the sweat of what before was sorrow,

you the brighter sun of a better tomorrow.


And like the sailor, I have searched oceans,

to find the condor and the golden city,

and instead I found the greatest treasure,

that was in real life, a girl....so pretty.


And then like Verne's inspiration,

Nemo me impune lacessit,

No one will ever get out of this,

your love is only mine for me to get it.


And like all the history surrounding Pompei,

Your love is the strongest laying stone that I'll ever lay.


Now feel the love, thwirl and dance with the sounds of nature,

blossom on my heart's meadow,

for I need all that you can give,

and in my life to act as my shadow.


I need you to kiss the life that's in me,

the life with all the joy it brings and sorrow,

for with you I can now dream,

and build on yesterday, a better tomorrow.



I will love you always, in life as in death,

for my love is God and God is the biggest, lest you forget.