Valcuria

Doesn't living the dream make sleep useless? Or at the least boring? When the canvas you're painting on Becomes the back ground to your reality, Don't the scenes become more real? When the song you're listening to, is just the resonance of your own soul, shouldn't you dance? Or is it the dreamer that is no longer of use... having given up on dreaming and thus the process that takes him there? Or possibly reality fades and seems to become fake itself... each life passing by, one after another like brush stroke after brush stroke. Or maybe the song, isn't one that SHOULD be danced to... just appreciated.... Is that the driv

Always she smiles... never mind the weather she smiles for me....in the rain and snow the blazing sun and pounding hail from blistering winds to lightning storms she smiles for me such a beautiful heart she must have that no matter what is on her troubled mind her beautiful smile follows suit and blossoms like a lotus in the spring dew opening gracefully for me and i too can't help be see such love behind it and smile back with just such an emotion... always she loves... never mind the place be it at school the mall or even on a boat in the middle of a lake her eyes dance when they meet mine and in the darkest shadows i c

Let me be the spark that ignites your passions and escalades you into your wildest dreams. Let me be the comforting arms that hold you in the night and show you your fears arent even real. Let me be the voice of reason to calm the storm of your raging mind when things aren't what they seem. Let me be the warm sensation in your heart when you hear and know just how I feel Let me be there for you...to smile with...dance with...laugh with...live with...cry with...hope with...run with...die with... but most of all...let me be there to love you.