Never tell me

Never tell me, because I will cry.

Never tell me what you first thought when I saw you. When I talked to you. When I spoke to you.

Never tell me what happened the second and the third time.

Never tell me when and how and why you started to notice my pattern.

Never tell me where the shine of your hair comes from.

Never tell me where your smile and the bright of your eyes get their energy from.

Never tell me how your shake correlates with earthly movement.

Never tell me that your voice is angelic and demonic, ethereal and terrestrial. Though I already know it is.

Never tell me anything.

Never tell me what is beyond the forest of your eyes, because I don't want to know there are trees.

Never tell me why your shape is taken from the books of prophets rather than novelists.

Never tell me why I against all chance arrived at the untamed but houselike place of your heart,

Never tell me why your eyes shine and look at me, and why your arms blink and yet hunt me down.

Never tell me what I need. Never tell me what you want.

Never tell me I'm closer; never tell me I'm farther.

Never tell me you're a princess - I already realised.

Never tell me it's over - it's only beginning, and I would gladly write a hundred endings if you asked me.

Never tell me the sun is gone - it only wants us ourselves to wake her up.

Ņever tell me to kiss you.
Kiss me instead.
Kiss me like there is no tomorrow - because without each other, is there?
Kiss me like you had to force me.
Kiss me like your life hanged on it.
Kiss me and force me, and make me regret falling in love right on, but make me never regret and never forget your lips.

Lead your own parade, and make me cry.

Never tell me you care.

Time will always be on your side.