Love Never Dies...

His Magic On Me


I can't stand it

when i think of him so badly, desperately
and i can't stand it..
his distance, not to hold me
and there's not word to explain, just emotion feeling inside.
It's just about fragility..                            


There's not body anymore but just a pile on fire,
burning till consume with crying
with desperate hands because of a touch
desperate lips because of a kiss
desperate soul because of his love..
and find myself in the only person i can reflect as mirror on him, without no shell when i look into his eyes and they explain the meaning of life to me, the things which matters, his silence.. his terrible silence where i want to find words as to find golden in a stone..
where i stop recognizing myself to recognize him, so perfect to me, so ideal, beyond of my strenght

The only person i can reflect as a mirror..

And that mirror reflects a little girl hiding from the world as a palid rose hiding into thorns,
feeling in safe with the only man she has trust..
This is the most terrible passion

because i want to take off all of him, and i want him to take off all of me..
always wanting more, more, always more, each time and day, nights and dawns too.. because there are not limits for love, there''s not empty hour without feeling

There's not that kind of magic even in the real storms, but he can make shaking my heart, trembling my body deeply without to touch..
his magic is unreal, he can make trembling all of my balance just with looking at me, only with a simple word.. just to be there.. with his soul dancing mine in the silence, living without to know the poison of his magic on me, his powerful magic on me..