Cosmic Principle

"There are things in this world, that I don't understand.
Like: Love, war, gravity, or the lay of the land.
But all of these remain mysteries,
but one thing is for sure, you are worth living for."

Those lines weren't mine
And they were too beautiful to derive from
though I thought of some rhymes
so I thought you should have some

But first, let me address how crappy that was^
and it's already just the first two stanzas
Oh well. Here I go about to make you cringe
strong enough to make a tinge.

Though I might be mistaken
since your armor's already jaded
with a few hundred dents too many
from the invasion of the black goo's army.

There are things in the air that can't translate to words
or stanzas, paragraphs or whatever other abstract in the world.
Just like the insatiable call to always be at least 3 meters near you
or at least near enough your vicinity just to help me believe youre true


Call it flattery. Call it faked.
But you can never take away this genuine ache
for your presence or at least an assurance
that you really exist and this is a chance
given by life to make things better wholly
for you and me and let me tell you
Youre the best thing that's ever happened to me
And Im more than willing to give an ear a hand or even skin
just to see you okay again.
But okay or not youre precious to me
And thats how youll forever be

Youre so dear to me, you dont even know
How time would always seem to slow
Or hasten its pace
In our hasty race
To savor each moment
To hold it tight and own it

It took an impossible force to bypass my promise
to remain alone from crib to hospice
and take this in as a fact more than a dream
of the blessed or ill or whatever it seemed

It took an unimaginable turn for me to be this way
to be brave and empowered and here today.
So I'll spend the hours writing things to say
not only because you helepd me be this way
but because I want to know you every single day

It's the litle things, they say
that makes the difference these days.
It's true then, that the fact of the matter is
we never ran out of little things no matter the circumstances

From eternity this will come and to infinity this will follow
These things will come from something bigger than Mario's pocket's hollow
It takes two to tango, yes I know
While we're new to the cosmic floor, let's sway to the flow.

Gradually, maybe we can leave the earthly concerns behind
and dance forever intertwined
in a spiral as beautiful and clockwork as time
in a life so blessed as it is divine.