My Soul

Maybe it was the way

you looked me in the eye

when I saw you today

that makes me want to die

i found love still there

when your green eyes met mine

what do we share?

I'm running out of time

I need to feel strong

i need to live again

so i can move on

and be happy again

I feel im doing it again

im loving you once more

I'm putting myself on the edge again

and wondering what im here for

Im trying not to love you

im keeping my head above this

but i i dont know what to do

because im losing my grip

im drowning again

please dont hold me under

im still trying to mend

but im starting to surrender

to this feeling inside

to this love i feel

its so hard to hide!

my soul you are starting to kill

Recipe Of Love

Never sleep on an angry word.

Never make the other feel absurd.

Always believe in each other's dreams.

Keep communication flowing like a stream.

Speak to each other with a tender heart.

Remember each day how you felt at the start.

Treat each other with kindness and respect.

Love grows only with care not neglect.

Never forget a special day.

Never miss a chance to say,

All the good things that you feel,

A loving kiss can always heal.

Desire should make you swoon,

Each and everyday should be a honeymoon.

Nothing can ever be more important than your lover.

Never give a passionate thought to any other.

To make love last for all eternity,

The "ME" must become "WE".

When your heart is full of affection,

Love will always know the right direction.

My lady's presence

My lady's presence makes the roses red,

Because to see her lips they blush for shame.

The lily's leaves, for envy, pale became,

And her white hands in them this envy bred.

The marigold the leaves abroad doth spread,

Because the sun's and her power is the same.

The violet of purple colour came.

Dyed in the blood she made my heart to shed.

In brief: all flowers from her their virtue take;

From her sweet breath their sweet smells do proceed;

The living heat which her eyebeams doth make

Warmeth the ground and quickeneth the seed.

The rain, wherewith she watereth the flowers,

Falls from mine eyes, which she dissolves in shower.