Edgar Allan Poe--A dream within a dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Time passed

Time passed much and a goodmorning  is not enough , a goodnight not enough , hello is small and a goodbye hurts . Games stories only with sorrow and life continues.

Different but eventually we both themselves and  i understand .And you understand.

The words do not make sense but sometimes soften the pain is wish and hurts less.

Still Life with Woodpecker by Tom Robbins

It's one of those books that makes you wonder what the author was smoking, so you have to be in the mood for the absurd when you read it. If you're never in that mood, beware, because, as Robbins says, "Those who shun the whimsy of things will experience rigor mortis before death."

Small feelings

   I never had , nor will never , I suppose . And understood , and you stayed more.

  I needed to see your lips .

 I need your body near me . 

I think I am lost but I know next to you I am safe , 

And I'm talking about the worst thing I have in me , and strive to give you the best I have in me because you do not deserve anything less.  And to tell you the truth though deep down I do not want.

Is there a solution? Yes there is to express your even slightly unconditional , the endless and without beginning , MY LOVE FOR YOU .