I wrote this bundle about my current boyfriend, before and while we were (are) together. I liked him for a while, but thought I couldn’t be with him. I’m also Pagan, which accounts for the nature aspect of the writing. He inspires me in so many ways, he makes me write better, I guess he’s my muse.

Such vast amounts of elation!
Caused by something so simple
As a long hug and kiss on the cheek
And suddenly, no problems seem as real
As all the lovely emotions felt at once
From something so simple
As a kiss on the cheek!

Some dance the devil’s tango and get tangled up in knots
Some dance in strict straight spinning squares and step as in a waltz
Some never touch and never glance as such in Riverdance
But darling I’ll dance however you’d like if you promise to hold my hands.

Still and silent, sweet and smiling
The world lit up and warmed
And there were little fireworks everywhere
Though the rain fell, the sun shone
And a spell interrupted
Is magic all the same.

They’re still pinching
And telling me to wake up.
But they don’t understand!
I’m awake! I’m awake and I feel wonderful!
They don’t understand that life is this beautiful!
That every little move is euphoria!
And that euphoria is whatever you think it is,
Maybe you’re my euphoria,
Maybe they’re not waking me from a dream…
Maybe you woke me from my nightmares!

Such a lovely way with words
That sound like the music you make.
The music you pour yourself into.
That reflect in your eyes
The color of pale sea I could stare at for hours
Masked by a white lighthouse
That I could cling to for ages.
And stay warm in for hours.
My pounding heart like a crashing wave…
Nothing could stop it but you.
You have my heart in it’s tightly locked chest
Still beating, still crashing…
My love, you control my heart.

So many things unsaid
Screamed
With a simple glance
A restrained smile
And cheerfully nervous, bitten lips
Red like the racing heart.

It’s too late now, haven’t you heard?
They’re rounding up the free thinkers
And they’re shipping them off to sea
And they’re saying, “You’re wrong, you don’t love this place!”
They’re torturing them and killing the families
And saying they got swept off by the plague!
Haven’t you heard?
It’s not safe anymore, we must flee!
To where it is peaceful and green…

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