For you.
For you I sit here late at night,
I sit here quiet, writing.
A brief view of your face, your body, so resounding.
The image in my head of love and beauty wipes out all.
No longer do I stand on edge of cliffs about to fall.
No longer do I see myself in swirling pools of blood.
No longer do I beg for God to give me simple love.
For love is not a simple thing yet complicated so.
Complexed by this equation, impossible to know.
Impossible to find the mind, the combination, key.
I love you so much deep inside, happiness fills in me.
I will not decline my wish for happiness so long.
You decide to sing this, rhyme it, poetry or song.
Just keep this with you all the time, so simple sadness
sorrows, will leave your chest and mind today instead of
late tomorrow.
To hasty things and bring this monotonous poem to end.
I love you, you're my dream, my soul, my love, but most, my
friend.