Things You'll Never Know
Why do I do the things?
Why do I say the things I say?
Why cant I just be me in front of you?
Why do I even try to lie?
Why am I so afraid that I must hide…?
The real me inside?
What is it that you do that makes me feel?
What I have never felt before?
Love, compassion, joy, and hope?
Why are you there when I close my eyes?
Why do you haunt me in my dreams?
Why do I care about you so?
Why will you never know?
Because, you would never love me.
Never care for the person I hide inside.
You always see the fake me.
The one who is brave and strong and fears nothing.
But, I am afraid I am weak and I fear everything especially losing you.
That's why you will never know the real me.
That's why you will never see…all the love I hide inside to you in me.

I know the heavens cried for you
Weeping tears like rain
But no amount of tears
Could wash away the pain
You've gone on to better things
Things we pray to one day see
You've become an angel now
I feel you watching over me
If you had a choice
I know you would have stayed
You wouldn't want to hurt me
By going so far away
But God wanted a star
To make the heavens bright
And now you're kindness shines
The brightest in the night.

Quisiera ser el mar. Adormecerte.
Y al ritmo de mis ondas acunarte.
Y ser un alto sueño y ensoñarte.
Y ser llama de amor para quererte.

Quisiera ser la brisa que respiras.
Quisiera ser la puerta donde bebes.
Quisiera ser el río en que te miras.
Quisiera ser el aire en que te mueves.

Y lo quisiera ser, cuando suspiras,
el pensamiento, amor en que me lleves.

Pienso que estoy contigo cuando
no te tengo junto a mi cariño.
Mis manos sienten tu aliento
En este invierno tan frío.
No marches de viaje ahora,
Espera que llegue el estío,
espera a que la nieve
se funda en el valle vacío.
Allá donde vaya veré
Tu cara lavada, tu rostro frío
Espera entonces que llegue
A tu lado un amigo,
Alguien a quien cuidar y querer
Con quien estar unido.
Respeta el paso del tiempo
Algo que duele, sin duda
Espera junto a la puerta
Al viajero, al peregrino;
Él sabrá respoderte a tus preguntas cariño,
Con fe, esperanza y cordura
Con razón, con sentido.
No marches de viaje ahora,
Espera que llegue el estío,
Espera a que la nieve
Se funda en el valle vacío.

Sabrá la luna iluminar la Tierra
Sabrá el sol con sus rayos dar calor
Sabrán tus ojos morenos
Observar la linda flor.

Aguarda tranquila a la noche
Aguarda a la luna nacer
Y verás en ella reflejada
Tu rostro y el tiempo correr.

La luna duerme tranquila
Durante el largo día mi amor
Esperando ser vista a la noche
Por más de un alma perdida
Que llora de pena y dolor.

No llores más esta noche
Pues has de tener presente
Que la luna nunca miente
Y cuando muestra su cara
Alegre, llena y lozana
Es para conseguir de ti
Una sonrisa en tu semblante
Una ilusión dominante
Para vivir un nuevo día.

Hay que luchar por todos los que no luchan
Hay que pedir por todos los que no imploran
Hay que hacer que nos oigan los que no escuchan
Hay que llorar por todos los que no lloran
Hay que ser cual abejas que en la colmena
fabrican para todos dulces panales
Hay que ser como el agua que va serena
brindando al mundo entero frescos raudales
Hay que imitar al viento que siembra flores
lo mismo en la montaña que en la llanura
y hay que vivir la vida sembrando amores
con la vista y el alma siempre en la altura.

Whenever I hear a beautiful sound
It's your voice that I hear
Whenever I smell a beautiful scent
I know that you are near
Whenever I play a beautiful tune
The music we both share
Whenever I see a beautiful sight
I look to find you there
Whenever I have a beautiful dream
My night was shared with you
Whenever I think a beautiful thought
My memories are of you

What is the glory far above
All else in human life?

Love! Love!

There is no form in which the fire
Of love its traces has impressed not.
Man lives far more in love's desire
Than by life's breath, soon possessed not.
If all that lives must love or lie, All shapes on earth, or sea, or sky, With one consent, to Heaven cry That the glory far above All else in life is--
Love! O, Love!

Thou melancholy thought, which art So fluttering and so sweet, to thee When did i give the liberty Thus to afflict my heart? What is the cause of this new power Which doth my fevered being move, Momently raging more and more? What subtle pain is kindled now, Which from my heart doth overflow Into my senses?
Love! O, Love!

When a love runs so deep
That you can feel your heart leap
In pain or joy the love runs
Through everything that guns
For our hearts of stone.

But when were are not alone
These hearts of stone turn weak
But our out look on life is not bleak
Because we know that we will be together
Even if we should give in forever.

There is nothing that can keep me away
From seeing the love in your eyes everyday;
And even if my heart runs cold
Our love will never fit in the mold
That society gives it, because it would break
Outwards with this love we will always make.

Not in words or actions, or even death
Can our love be tied down to such worth;
Because a fire this strong only gets bigger
'til there is nothing in this world to surrender.

Too soon, the pain, the ever-present past,
These sudden changes, hold their fires back!
And shelter me in shadows coldly cast
Across indifferent walls that dull attack.

But then in silent moments' brief reprieve,
The patient boundless sky chastises me,
A thousand laughing eyes that beg, Believe!
And seek the gift beyond the glimpse we see.

Too true, her eyes confess all beauty must;
That sweet expressions hint of grace within.
Her gentle hands extend her tender trust;
Believe! Leave fading fears and let her in.

And then in sighs and moans, serenity.
And play, unbound, with mesmerizing thirst
In shrouds of laughter, mirth and melody.
In safety, free, instinctive passions burst.

To swoon, the joy! The ever-blooming bliss
Of growing love, to hold her in my arms
And shower her in smiles and coos, a kiss
For each enchantment conjured by her charms.

Oh would that you were right, inspired bard
And I through words conferred eternity!
Were this plan not so in reason marred,
What joy could I create through poetry!
To her, I'd grant forever blooming youth,
To him, a sinew of unyielding strength.
Let fickle minds behold unflickering truth;
The feet that bear this torch will run time's length.
Yet Spring supplied is Spring's rebirth denied,
For seasoned beauty grows with fading years.
The boughs of Spring till Fall remain untried
And I would not deny our weathered tears.
Though time is only loaned in finite flow,
Until we die, our love is ours to grow.

Of all the moments we in our hearts desire,
Surely it's of this that we most dream:
To bare our arms while covert eyes inquire
What passions are revealed within their gleam.
To touch, to hold, here more than arms embrace
For caresses gently gesture, "Guards, dismissed!"
And silent lips accept with trembling grace
This sweet surrender, signaled by a kiss.
 

Do I believe in love at first sight?
Forgive the laugh, but the question is so naive!
Youthful fancies hardly encompass the complexities of mature relationships.
True, you are quite beautiful, but one cannot know
true inner beauty at first glance. It's much deeper and takes time to be revealed.
Your skin is perhaps softer than the flowing foam of
some gently murmuring distant shore, but what of it?
That's not love.
I do notice that your hands are more graceful than a
ballet of swaying boughs and your laughter a dance of dappled sunlight.
And in your eyes are glimmering pools of joy and tenderness,
warm swirls of innocence and passion, playfulness and understanding.
And in your eyes, Beauty laughs and plays and sings and calls my name.
And Trust with Caution pleads and cooing Passion intervenes,
and Grace extends her open arms, and I surrender silently.
But love at first sight? How can it be?
 

Beneath the flashing nights and days,
I stumble while the wind continues,
Grounded by my mortal ways,
Shackled by my Earthly sinews.

The wind, the laughter of the gods,
Who gently echos soft confessions,
Whispers, "Look beneath facades;
Listen to her soul's expressions."

A woman of grace whose wit and art
Are strengthened by her high ideals,
She has a soft and tender heart
Her smile, her glance, her laugh reveals.

Her eyes, alight with Psyche's fame,
Flicker with the joy of living.
Streaming through my weathered frame,
Are rays of kindness, free and giving.

The beating of the wings of time
Flashes nights and days in haste.
As subtle as it is sublime
Inspiration ebbs its waste.

Reflections glimmer through the grate
And draw the forms we long to be.
Open hearts unhinge the gate,
And love and beauty set us free.