The comfort to know you exist,
The happiness of you being near me,
Your touch and devotion to breathe,
And be an integral of your being.

The love that you give me so strong,
The promise to never let go,
The strength of your arms give me fever,
I adore your eyes deep and warm.

Each cell of my body embraces
The coward you feel at some times,
I love to feel senses you give me
I love You wide smile next to mine.

I experience what I've just read of:
You and Me, so damn real, so eternal.
Every good that is one's is the others,
Every loss we just share and split up.

We are genuine, we are simply intended,
Some partners are really meant to be,
I am yours, like noone's and like never,
We are one, you're my half. Is this real?

Karma

We split up, because I was a child, and made a drama out of a joke. When you wanted to talk, I did not care. Then I wanted to talk, you were broken.
We met again after 5 years. You wanted to talk, I did not care. Now I want to talk, you are broken again.
Why am I never ready for your talks? Why are you never eager to excuse my weakness? 

LifeSong

I don't know if it's good or bad,
But he somehow just has my head,
He pulls the strings and I obey,
He is my Heaven and my Hell.

He knows my best, has seen my worst,
And we have swum through many rains,
I trust my all to him, no words,
I hope we never give in shades.

My foe, my brother, father mine,
My fan, my master, kid of mine,
My everything, my glassed door,
I love you more, You are my shrine.

Accidentally in Love

Sometimes at events we come across people who fall in love with us, accidentally, unplanned, for a short time or a long, for the look or wit, for the eyes or lips, for the way you hold your posture, for your loving vodka or openly eating for pleasure, for your sarcasm or rudeness. And then it is gone. A moment, a look of admiration, a wave of passion, and it is gone. Feeling desperate will do no good. One needs to simply notice such things, and hopefully being well educated in body language and NLP, figure out the subconscious signals and enjoy the moment.
These intrigues last a moment, usually because of one of the potential partners being involved in a commitment, age difference, social status difference, and you name it what else.
But it is damn cool to fall in love...accidentally...and know that was mutual...Affection is always felt by the object towards who it is nourished. And then you spare the night on imagining how things might have ended up....And then there is 8 A.M. on the wall clock. Time to come back to non-accidental, well-planned and skilfully outlined loves.

Illusion or not...Error_____

Who has had a chance to discuss relationships with me knows what I say about them all - there is no such thing as a relationship, it is all our imagination, our perceptions of the reality. There is no hatred or love, theres is what we think it is, what we want it to be. I say we take the image, the outer layer of a person we like physically and apply to that person all the good we want to see in his/her deeds, and then get disappointed as we see our expectations are not met. I have said this to so many people and so many times, that I myself started to believe in it.
And then there is my good friend, my system restarter Harout, who looks at me through the smoke and says " Sun, illusion is what you want it to be. Reality is what you neglect. You call relationships illusive, but you experience the authentic". Error_______
Defence mechanism?

The old and the new

Old is always boring, and new is attractive, new is promising. But why is it so that as I get the new, I get disappointed very soon and want to go back to my same old, same boring?! And is that only my brain that functions this way?
I want a new phone, I get it, and then I compare it with the old one, and suddenly the old seems more valuable to me. The new one sucks. Why? Because the old one has memories of my conversations and messages and photos with my beloved ones. It took my a while to undestand I love the old simply because it relates to me, and the new can relate too, once I invest in it.
This refers to friends, boyfriends, people in general,too. Old is gold, but new is always better. Or is it not?

Take Your Time

It is so absolutely crucial to take Your time. Our time. There is noone, but you, you - happy, you - desperate.
As I turn my laptop on, I look into the sky, I open the magazine page photo sent by my editor, read about that gorgeous painter whose insights open a whole new world to me, turn the beautiful cello music on and I take my time -  here and now. My fingers start struggling against the keyboard, running faster, and faster, no time for a coffee sip, no time for Facebook notifications, no time for even Tchaikovsky's Waltz for the Flowers, I am gone, I have taken my time and disappeared. And I see from beside how my body is still sitting in the armchair and how my long nails take me to rage every time they make my typing uncomfortable, and I see my head swaying in the rhythm of the music,my face is so bright, my eyes are closed, but I secretly follow the screen, and a dim smile crosses my lips as I see every letter is typed correctly. The music changes, the tempo changes, a sip of water, a thought of life, and Euphoria's gone. Time was taken. I am back now.