I worry that this one thing, this one part of you, will be what brings down Rome.

Diamonds and Coal.

Carbon, hydrogen and everything past.
Blackness transformed to a precious stone.
Diamonds are shined and cut, multifaceted.
But not all sides are as beautiful as the whole.
Yet unlike that rock,
Your imperfections don't lower your worth.
I want you just the same
Because I love you
And everything is imperfect,
All the time.

in my mind i lay it out perfectly. it all makes sense and "If you think you've reached the end, stop generalizing."

(NanoLove)

I want to know your highest accomplishment

& what's made you feel most low?

When you jump out of bed, no second thoughts, what is it you're working towards?  

And are there days when you can't fathom leaving bed at all?

I want to know all of you.

You sense my thoughts.  

Take the words right off my tongue.  

Make me feel less old & more bold

...are you speaking directly to my soul?

Because it feels as though we're connected, far from superficially,

On a level unknown... and unexplored even by me.

&, honestly, if I give it my all, will I receive the same in turn?

I want to love and be loved, madly.  Live and let live, gladly.

But in the end it comes down to this... 

The possibility of hurt is always alive, but I'm not afraid of giving all of me.

Put out the lamp when thou wishest.  I shall know thy darkness and shall love it.

"Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires."