~healing words~

~a wish~

Love is a passion which beholds your dreams till you come across a person who holds your hand, taking all your pain away, showering herself honestly on you.
Yes, she is the fantasy of my life. She is the wind, which is a breeze when she embraces, a storm when she looks in my eyes. Saying those million unsaid words, which I understand, but couldn’t reply.
She is a dream, which vanishes when I open my eyes. I flow into that world of her, when she kisses me, closing her eyes, as though dreaming herself.
She is life till the depth that I see my unborn children in her smile. Her care makes me a child, who gazes, the wonder’s she does.
She is a bird, who takes me along to the heights from the world seems heaven. Heaven’s as though as she is with me. She is a flower, which smiles when I say those magic words. She is magic though playing with me, as I am her puppet, whom I wanted to be.
She is the sky, which shelters me, when I see above with my wide arms. She is the god, as comprising life, happiness and love. She is the rhythm, which pounds in my chest breathing with her breath.
She is the name I breathe when I close my eyes, opening them next day. It’s my luck though I have three more words than I love you to say every second, every breath…
She is mine, She is mine, She is mine.
~Paul Riat~

~a feel~

Hey love, thinking if even my love could be expressed in words.
Words are just words, but I have feelings,
those smiles, which spread on as I think of you.
What a wonder would be waking up in your arms,
always early so I could see you lying unknowing the world.
How would it be, feeling your skin, with mine,
kissing you as many times.
Wondering if there is anything unappealing in you.
There are a million like you; still you are the one perfect.
Would that be the same, I thought nibbling on your neck.
It’s always best I think, maybe nothing like you.
It’s so good just holding your hands, so sible soft.
May I just sit ‘n’see you as again always,
Or just see in those eyes.
Should I thank god or you,
am I so lucky to have you so close, so felt.
Like this like here always,
if I could just stop this ticking time,
just stop this breeze, so I could scent you as ever.
Why do I ever think so much,
can’t I just look at you, or that’s just not enough.
Hey baby, nothing I was just thinking about you.
Yeah, even when you’re in my arms!
~Paul Riat~

~fantasies & letters~