More of a dedication than an autobiography

"I saw your eyes
I had to run away
I fell too deep in love
There were no words to say
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I just had to get high

One look inside
And I knew right away
I felt too much
I did not have the strength
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I just ran to get high

But lover
There's something about your pushing me
Pulling me
That's saying don't go away

I saw your eyes
Fell back to yesterday
One lonely child
Until you let me stay
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I had no one on my side

Good God, I think I'm falling

Too weak to stand
Too scared to love again
The dam has broke
My soul is spilling all over your hands
Take a look in my eyes

But lover
There's something about your pushing me
Pulling me
That's saying don't go away


I see your eyes
I'll never run away
I fell too deep in love
Got just five words to say
Yeah, yeah, yeah

We just gotta stay high" New Radicals "Gotta Stay High"

I feel like if I were a rock star we'd have the same problems

Love ain't so bad after all

I have a new appreciation for this poem. Especially the last paragraph.

Sonnet 17
by Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way
because I don't know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I nor you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep
it is your eyes that close.