I live for love

PS: Saw Sweet November last night and howled.

Girl I still remember the first time I saw you. In your eyes I saw blacks shining bright.

And all at once I knew, I was gonna love you. Like no one loved you. Like I never loved anyone before.

Baby, can't you see, this is the love for you and me.

I say baby, I wanna have all of you.

Baby ever since you walked into my life, my meaning of life has changed. I've re-arranged my entire way of looking at things.

And beauty, and all that I sing is because of you. Because of my love for you. Baby, you have helped me find who I am, coz I can see who you are.

I love you.

You're a shining star, for me, in our private galaxy.

I love you.

No one ever dreams of being Romeo.

And that's not why I dream of laying my life down for for the one I love, any day, any time. And I ain't talking about the kind of love you have for parents and sisters or brothers. I hope a time never comes when I have to lay my life down for them, because I am afraid I will. And I'd have to lose out on the only thing I live for - Love. My love.

Yeah, you could say all this sounds way to melodramatic. But it's what I truly feel.

I want to stand ruined in love.

I don't mean to sound negative. What I'm saying is, the woman will have the power to ruin me any time she wants if she wants. And I'd happily hand her over the power to ruin me.

Na-aa, you won't get me. I'm talking to walls, banging my head on them. You won't understand what I'm trying to say.

You'll probably come on the comments index, and throw me a few, "I've been in love, I know what it's all about" crap lines. You'll think, just by reading my blog, you know exactly what I am all about.

You'll probably think I am a writer, and I said it as best as I wanted to. No, but this is the best I could do.

What do I tell you?

That I'll give up one arm, one leg, and keep half a moustache all my life if I have to to get my girl, or to be with her, or to save her, or if she asks me to. You won't get it.

That I'll fight the entire world, physically, literally, if I have the woman beside me, holding my hand.

That I'd cherish her, love her, be with her, forever...

But I need a push... a push from her side. I need that push. I need that feeling.

Where's the feeling?

Where's it hiding?

Where is she?

Next time when someone asks me what I do, I'll say, I love. I'm a lover, it's what I do.

"Err, ok... but what do you do for a living?"

"Yeah, that's right... I love... for a living."