My kind of Love

 My kind of love

I know obviously that they don’t like it,

But not the reason why I never say,

My dearest, I would bring stars for you,

Not because they would say its cheesy and cheesy is nice, okay

Not because they don’t like to be praised, but they think fairytales are only fantasies.

I wouldn’t say I would bring stars, because I don’t have to say,  cuz I would!

Yes the stars and all the exquisiteness the universe has,

My kind of love is my kind my love. 

Fairytales aren’t fantasies and where fantasies are lived by!

When Orpheus calms the oceans’ tide, with the silver strings,

Such would be, when my love would find you.

And when my love would find you,

It will be like nothing old, or parallel, you’d fail your every prejudice,

That starts like a sun after a snowfall,

Like a thousand bullets of soft rose petals

Falling all over you, while you are pushed in a bed of rose,

At first it would be weird, yes, but the petals would still fall,

Like a curtain of rain, tumbling on your lips competing with the suppleness it has,

And then you would know that was only a hi,

A hi from the hero of his untold story, still the roses would not stop,

My kind of love will literally take you to the moon,

Not just because it comes in a silver spoon

It will make you dance, not just in your favorite song,

But also your favorite dress, right below the sky,

But still in the moon, with the same smile you are wearing now,

The hugs we would share, then I would whisper you are a goddess,

And mean in every way known to man, and if you’d ask how?

You would look me in my eyes; you would know you are no less,

Like a baby volcano with chocolate lava, ready to explode softly,

And when the surprise band plays molto allegro, 

Won’t you then know I was not lying? 

I was not lying about the dance in the moon, 

I wasn’t lying about the ring I would make from stars,

The ring that forged when they burned with jealousy,

World had not witnessed a rose petal rain, nor glimpse the dance in the moon,

But then it’s my kind of love, true to only the ones who believe.