Diaries of Mystery

I search for the meaning and sense in your look
While trying to read all your thoughts like a book -
Your mind is a world to discover.
I'm dying to be your creation and muse,
Blue ink on black papers is hiding the truth,
In songs of a desperate lover.

You've turned the gray colors to soft navy blue,
The whole palette is much brighter with you -
The art is in being sincere.
The moment of peace is right where you are,
The brush in your hands does conceal every scar,
My heart is your tapestry, dear.

You've brought me back faith, so hard to retrieve,
Your trust is a reason to breathe and believe,
And I will be thankful forever.
But gratitude only will never quite do,
I think my confessions have proved it all true,
Erasing both now and never.

I'm playing the game of incredible cards
Of red-colored spades just as well as black hearts,
It gives you a reason to fear.
I still let you into my dangerous mind,
I'll easily give you whatever you find
And share the crazy idea.

I dream of a kiss you could plant on my lips,
I dream of your gentle and soft fingertips,
Exploring my skin with much care;
To hear you breathing, to feel your heartbeat
Are such simple things, but I'm dying for it,
Yet I just keep silent and stare.

At times when you feel devastated and sad,
When desperate thoughts make a mess in your head,
Just sink in my arms - it's appeasing.
Whenever you crave for some love and caress,
At moments we all need it badly, I guess,
I keep them for you while I'm breathing.