Vazhdim i mesazheve per dashurine

[sweet_babe]

~*YOUR SMILE, YOUR TOUCH, YOUR HEART *~

Your smile awakens my soul,
As the sun awakens the day.
A kiss and my life is yours,
It seems a fair price to pay.
Your touch arouses my senses,
As the moon arouses the night.
Hold me and win me forever,
In your arms all things are right.
Your heart endures all emotion,
As the sky endures all the stars.
Love me and we'll have eternity,
There is no greater love than ours.

[sweet_babe]

YOU ARE MY DREAM COME TRUE

Always in my heart
you make me feel more loved
than I've ever felt
and happier than I've ever dreamed.
The love and understanding you have
is something I have searched for
my entire life.
Always in my happiest
and saddest moments,
you are my best friend and confidante.
I come to you for everything,
and you listen to me without judgment.

Always, deep within my soul,
I know we have a love like no other.
What we share is something others
only hope for and dream of,
but few ever experience.
Our love is magical beyond belief.
Always, without hesitation,
you give of yourself completely.
You have reached the very depths of my soul,
bringing out emotions I never knew I had
and unveiling an ability to love
I never thought possible.

Always and forever
you will be my dream come true,
the one I have waited for all these years.
From now until the end of time,
I will love only you.
We will be together always.

[sweet_babe]

To You Alone I Give the Key

I've tried so long and hard,
To make some sense of this,
Of what you mean to me.

But it's beyond all reason,
And words just don't mean much,
To explain what I feel and see.

They all falter beside the feeling,
That sends my mind reeling,
Of a single kiss or warm embrace.

It's so cold without you,
Hold me close if you don't mind,
I need your warmth, to see your face.

Let me gaze into your eyes,
Deep into those starry skies,
And cradle the tender soul that cries.

Come here, my beautiful angel,
Beyond all superficiality,
Please accept this love from me...

To you alone I give the key.

My heart is open wide,
Come here, come inside,
There's nothing left to hide.

[sweet_babe]

~STOLEN HEART~

Like a thief, unexpectedly you robbed me
No more coldness within my heart
You changed it from dirty stone
Into a beautiful piece of art

To passion I had no vision
But you kissed my eyes and let me see
Another part of my rigid being
You so graciously set free
Emotions which I found foreign,
Seem to be a second language today
You taught me how to speak them
Within my heart they'll stay

Like a thief, unexpectedly you robbed me
Stole my heart without a peep
I thank you for being so silent
My heart you shall keep

[sweet_babe]

Anything but.....

a person to worship
somebody to need
one to lose
in distant dreams
this wistfull pining
makes me whole
without a tragedy
I have no soul
beside this sorrow
a love to doubt
I create for myself
to die without
to lie alone
in my mind betrayed
this familiar pain
there's no safer place
trust will undo me
at joy I will break
my love is too endless
this chance I can't take
my heart is too fragile
I can't risk the fall
better dreaming of you
than without you at all

[sweet_babe]

Forever My Love Will Be ~

When troubles bring you down
and you don't know what to do,
just look inside your heart
and you'll know that I love you.

Every one has a destiny to find,
looking in your eyes I have found mine.
You're all I ever wanted,
you're all I'll ever need.

I will be yours always,
you will have my love for eternity.

[ATMAN]

Do doja te flisja per vetmine vertet. Mbase ngaqe vetmia eshte e eger dhe e
frikshme. Te pakte duhet te jene ata qe nuk e kane provuar ndonjehere.
Vetmia ka nofulla dhe dhembe dhe kafshon, pertyp e gelltit mishin, gjakun
dhe shpirtin. E ben kete gje ngadale e pa u ngutur. Ne oren tre te mengjesit
mund t'i ndjesh dhembet e saj, te shumte e te dendur, te veckel por te
mprehte, dhe te pameshirshem ne urine e tyre. Dhe pasi te ha e te gerryen e
te lepin dhe kockat e deri dhe palcen, nuk iken, nuk rresht, por kthehet
prape per me teper, me e uritur, dhe kete rradhe per nje cope te shpirtit.
Ca thone qe kur arrin te te haje nje cope te shpirtit, le nje zgaver te
madhe te gjakosur ne te, qe nuk mund te mbushet dot kurre as me miqesira te
ardhme, as me biseda, as me te qeshura. Pjese e jotja kthehet ne nje
Dracula, qe rri vec ne erresire dhe i kuit henes. Dhe ti e ndjen vetmine ne
gjoks, e ndjen ne frymemarrje. Cdo here qe perpiqesh te marresh fryme, cdo
frymemarrje e frymenxjerrje duket sikur ne mes te rruges do te jape
doreheqjen Cdo tentative per te marre fryme pra, eshte si e lodhur,
si e paafte ta coje procesin gjer ne fund, si ajo dallgeza qe s'arrin dot
gjer ne breg, qe s'arrin dot te njohe as zhurmen e perplasjes e te leshimit
neper shkembinjte dhe pastaj te rikrijimit. Vetmia eshte si nje shigjete qe
te ka hyre ne trup deri ne kocke, por e tille, qe as mundesh ta shtysh me
tej dhe t'i japesh fund jetes, dhe as ta terheqesh jashte qe te shpetosh,
dhe te le ashtu, teper te semure qe te vazhdosh te jetosh, por te pamundur e
te pafuqishem qe te vdesesh. Ne Mbreterine e Vetmise ka shume fantazma,
shume me teper se sa te gjallet qe te rrethojne dhe ti e ndjen veten te
ndjekur nga qenie qe s'jane fare aty, deri sa kthehesh ne nje fantazem dhe
ti vete, kthehesh ne nje mase poroze dhe absorbuese te njeqind lloj
irrealitetesh. Kur je i vetmuar ti terhiqesh cuditerisht drejt gjerave me
idiote, drejt cmendurirave c'turlish, dhe humbet sensin e asaj qe kishe bere
ne plan te beje per kusurin e dites, te javes, te jetes. Dhe vetem kerkon me
cdo kusht nje mpirje cfaredo. Provon te dalesh ne bore pastaj, qe te ftohesh
e tulatesh sadopak zjarrmine e vetmise, zjarrmine qe vjen nga frika e
humbjes se thelbit te jetes, e humbjes se pasionit per gjerat qe vlejne, per
humbjen e vete gjerave qe vlejne. Dhe behesh shurdh para cdo shqetesimi dhe
alarmi te aresyes dhe degjon vetem vacuum.

Te qenit vetem nuk ka lidhje me sa me lart fare. Nuk ka lidhje me ate
mjegull e pluhur e peshtjelle qe eshte ne gjendje te gelltise henen dhe
diellin. Midis te qenit i vetmuar dhe te qenit vetem ka nje ndryshim
kolosal.
Te qenit vetem eshte nje mardhenie me veten tende, me veten tende te
vertete, te plote, per te cilen ti ke nevoje me shume sesa per kedo tjeter.
Kur je me veten nuk je vetem, je bashke. Ne se nuk je dot ne dispozicion te
vetes tende, nuk mund te jesh dot ne shoqeri te askujt. Dhe ajo hapesire qe
ti e ndan vetem me veten eshte e shenjte dhe ti e gezon dhe e ruan sic ruhen
gjithe gjerat e shenjta. Ah, po nganjehre ti do dhe t'i shpetosh vetes, asaj
pjeses tjeter e te vertete tende, do ta tradhetosh, ta cshenjterosh e
dhunosh sepse te duket se eshte fare e huaj per ty.

Te qenit vetem eshte nje heshtje qe peshperit emrin tend, qe e ka zerin si
ty, qe te le te pergjosh mendimet e tua, prekesh ndjenjat e tua, dhe te
shqit e te cngaterron nga cdo lloj maskerade qe perpiqet te te shitet si nje
klon i kulturuar i vetes tende dhe qe guxon te te ndjeke pas akoma dhe ne
vetmi. Te qenit vetem te lejon qofte dhe per pak momente te kthesh koken nga
dera qe sapo i perplase botes pas vetes, dhe te kuptosh se le mbrapa nje
civilizim te cmendur, nje civilizim te tere qe idiotesisht eshte vazhdimisht
i ngutur, i obsesuar me shpejtesine aq teper sa nuk kupton se mund te
egzistojne dhe stinet per shembull.


Eshte e frikeshme te jesh i vetmuar. Eshte bukur te jesh vetem.
A jam une i vetmuar? Megjithese kjo me siguri duhet te jete
dicka jashtezakonisht e parendesishme.

[AngelGirl]

And Life Approaches its End

On and on
The same old tale:
A wall may give way
A man may not
The world suffers on.


TILL LATE

Towards the dawn
Nightless
With news

They talked about
"the holidays"
This present is for you
To develop

Through suicide
I am neither on the earth nor in the sky

[Simply_the_Best]

You smiled, you spoke and I believed,
By every word and smile- deceived.

Another man would hope no more;
Nor hope I- what I hoped before.

But let not this last wish be vain;
Deceive, deceive me once again!

[Simply_the_Best]

I gave myself to him
And took himself for pay.
The solemn contract of a life
Was ratified this way

The value might disappoint
Myself a poorer prove
Than this my purchaser suspect
The daily own of love.

Depreciates the sight
But, 'till the merchant buy,
Still fabled, in the isles of spice
The subtle cargoes lie.

At least, "'tis mutual risk"
(Some found it mutual gain)
Sweet debt of life -each night to owe,
Insolvent every noon!