Beautiful

Beautiful

I just want a beautiful life. A life where everyday I get to feel special. By that time I'll be writing every single beautiful days in my life. Every single beautiful sentences.. Words... I wanna write things that seems very beautiful. Maybe photograph the field view of what is beautiful but as the matter of fact, I had wrote a lot more sadness than happiness. I wanna share something beautiful and gets everyone to see them. See how beautiful are they. But somehow I just wonder. What's more beautiful in me than love? Love sketched my face with a smile. A beautiful smile. On my eyes you get to see my sincere looks.

Ever since I'm with her. She sketched my heart with this beautiful scar. This beautiful smile. This incredible touch. So what can I say? I have a beautiful love. Life? Never comes better before I know her. After our love drawn on a piece of paper, it turns out to be more fascinating. I can never stop my leg with the melody and I just can't stop dancing. Dancing with the light of love. With beautiful dancing lights.

Each time I try to get close to her. I just found I was lucky to know her. A pen... A note... A piece of paper... A love.

'Thyself must believe in love. Thou must not give up.'

by Liz~

I just wonder. What makes me can't stop my fingers. Like I was playing piano. But I'm tryping. I just wonder. What makes it stop? Or what makes me love typing? Maybe... I guess each time that past. You just wanna be listen or maybe you want it to be expose? Or maybe... That's Liz? That's me....

Looking at her beautiful eyes, I get to see the reflection of love in us. Its not just a silence anymore, on our very first date... I can see the reflection already from her touch. I felt great and incredible. 

Milya seems to be really... I don't know. I wonder what is she thinking. But just so she knows. I love her as my sister very much. She's a very nice person. Maybe sometime she didn't realize the exist of me. Or sometime she don't understand. but I tried to be her perfect brother but maybe I'm not. I don't know but what can I say? Somehow I found myself lost in her. So sometime I just don't know. 

I watched the stars last night. With the beautiful moon they both a great combination. I was just wondering if that girl is the beautiful moon and I'm one of the star. What makes me special to be the fence of her? Maybe that's what they call love. They don't just judge you from your shape, maybe the light? or maybe the heart.

A beautiful sad melody fixing a piece of image, a heart shaped crystal, a beautiful night of candle or a view of fantasy. What goes better when I say love of light? 

When I talk to her she seems cute, under her soft and nice hair I comb her my heart. Like a drops of kiss lays on her shoulder of faith.  I didn't get back to the start but this is a new start.

As the matter of fact,

She vividly colored my heart as a butterfly. From the start I'm being patient facing the pain of love. From now I feel the rain of love. A lot of difference. But what's amazing is. The love on my lips?

Answered by the song of your smile. 

Heart,

Liz