JUST ME's blog: "All that i am"

You see the pain that lies in her eyes,
But, alas, her eyes are dry,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.

You see the anger that burns from her gaze,
The madness that sets her eyes ablaze,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.

You see the fear that closes her eyes,
The smile she wears is but a disguise,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.

You see the hope that is finally dead,
She cannot trust for her heart has been bled,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.

You see the love that lies within,
But she shall never love again,
She won't cry.
No, I won't cry.

You see death's hand that has glazed my eyes,
No one saw me die inside,
They won't cry.
No, they won't cry.

I don't think you will
ever fully understand
how you've touched my life
and made me who I am.

I don't think you could ever know
just how truly special you are
that even on the darkest nights
you are my brightest star.

I don't think you will ever fully comprehend
how you've made my dreams come true
or how you've opened my heart
to love and the wonders it can do.

You've allowed me to experience
something very hard to find
unconditional love that exists
in my body, soul, and mind.

I don't think you could ever feel
all the love I have to give
and I'm sure you'll never realize
you've been my will to live.

You are an amazing person
and without you I dont know what to do,

I don't know where I'd be.
Having you in my life
completes and fulfills every part of me.

If of nothing else I know, of pain I do
Its craving for tears and its faithful crew:
Love is the first, the assassin of all hearts
Then comes deceit, the archer with sharpest of darts

Pain is no man; yet, great is its lust
When it harbors in a heart, it does so to last
It gleens life from tears and grows on blood
Pain is what love worships as a God

Friend, do not pray for love to come
Don?t be a fool like many, like some
Love is the servant of pain, of vile
Let love be away by a billion miles

Of pain I know, a master I am
But knowing it made my heart as lame
He who taught me is he whom I call my love
The purest, cutest, most ugly dove

Holding you for months and years
Will make Time disappear,
Will make your lips my lips, your face
My face, your tear my tear;

Will make us one strange personage
All intertwined in bliss,
Not man or woman, live or dead--
Just nothing--but a kiss!