the idea..

i imagined it that she will admire me. that i will be the only one for her. that she will get blind. there can be many men around her, in her heart there would be just one.. doesn't matter if someone is more handsome, or is trying to get her attraction for her, there is just one man, me. she would go in a snow blizzard just to meet me, she would feel that only my caress, only my words can give her what she needs..

there are many types of love and i do not know them all.. some of them are hidden in the heart, shining just time to time, but rather being in the cozy place where they do not need to face the reality so much. some of them are at the surface, looking for the quality of the other one while not seeing the deeper meaning, some of them are sweet like honey, some of them bitter.. i cannot describe what is the love, coz everybody feels the love in a different way.. i cannot command somehow to love me in a certain way.. the word has a value and to be honest is something very much precious.. but even words cannot live, not if we do not give them their souls.. we can always see what's the meaning of the word if we see they eyes, there we can see the value..

to fill the words with soul, with deeds, with life