Believe it or not.

You give my heart

an intergalatic ryhthm.

No subject is worth reading,

without you as the topic.

If I have not spent

the whole day thinking of you,

that day doesn't exist,

b'cos it hasn't happened.

What am I without your love,

if not an empty shell

brutally crushed by

the smiling sun.

A desertic wanderer

in the lushest of valley.

There are lots of holes

in which I could drink from.

It's you my soul liquors.

A shot of you

and I'm reformed

to ask for another,

while the latter still burns.

I need to get drunk,

make a fool of myself

just for your love.

My mood reactions

are unparalleled

in every instant.

'Cos I'm automated

to never stop loving you.

You're the only brand

my heart shelves.

If I don't restock

soon enough,

the bottle goes empty

like a volatile gas

escapes its prison.

I'm ready to believe

the bottle is not empty.

I shake it continously

placing my tongue

at the tip

until every drop

of you

make it to my whole.

Like an empty shell

I thirst again,

cursing the smiling sun

with my seven hands

and two fingers.

B'cos,

what am I without

your love.

If not a Hobo

on the midnight train,

that highlights at every stop,

but the train never me go off...

I keep going

like the time wouldn't come,

when the train would halt my sleep.

Loving you is a must....