You must be a good runner
because you are always running in my mind,
you must be a good thief
because you have stolen my heart,
and i am always a bad shooter
because I Miss You Always...
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
Love Me Without Fear
Trust Me Without Questioning
Need Me Without Demanding
Want Me Without Restrictions
Accept Me Without Change
Desire Me Without Inhibitions
For A Love So Free....
Will Never Fly Away.
