Above the bookstore by the grocer's

Is a tiny iron balcony speckled with rust

I find my feet treading that unpaved road

More often than they must

Sometimes I catch a smile in your eyes

As a wave is hidden by impatient headlights

Sometimes a hand gently keeps me standing

In the whirlwind fest of the noisy and bright

I let the hand guide my steps

Navigating asphalt meadows like excited children

People become wildflowers who chirp and chatter

Swishes of conversation, theirs rough, ours silken

Time ticks on your wrist but I pretend it stops

As my scarf and my heart fly unconstrained

We let old park benches keep our secrets

When inhibitions fall away like peeling green paint

It's a tiring, thrilling, wild journey

Through buzzing, colorful air and mosaic paths

But in stolen glances through hawkers' mirrorsThe only colors are our eyes, the only sound our hearts.

Look what you've begun

A battle in the doorway I guard

A battle fought by just you and I

Enough to leave humanity scarred.

As terrible as you act

Worse destruction I can bring

We sound shells to silence the hope

Which for years in this valley would ring.

Without thinking of peaceful lives

That fled this grisly mess

We both convince ourselves

That our side is losing less.

Neither of us will concede

And neither of us will win

As we douse each other's sinful fires

With water from the well of sin.

Things happening for a reason and people being entitled to things do not necessarily have to go hand-in-hand. They can, but there is no inherent connection between the two. A reason is merely a cause, not a justification or a validation for/of something, thus it is no indication of whether or not the effect is deserved.

The wooden floor gets darker

The blue armchairs get softer

Guitar music fills the room

I sway with it because

Withered leftovers of my heart

Are being blown away by the scented breeze

Soft satisfaction, hazy happiness

Light is stolen away by the night 

The emptiness within accentuates my smile

Take a breath

Sunlight calls

Awaken

Breathe, let the

World open

Through your eyes

After nights

Young mornings

Energize

Emerge from

Shells of doubt

Take a step

Forget fear

This is your

Paradise

Scatter clouds

Sprint on waves

Live in grass

Laugh and cry

Into sand

Love in stone

Challenges

Are old friends

Take a breath

Sunlight calls

Join yourself

Live your life

Every situation

Is an inspiration

Every confrontation

Words recreation

That's the way I work

Conversation with you brightens each day

I try not to forget your voice

I'm addicted to this joy

Will the sorrow ever end

Your smile is contagious 

Photographs to remind me of your face 

I know you so well

How briefly I knew you

You are closest to me

It's too far and I cannot reach you

Real men don't love the most beautiful girl in the world. They love the girl who can make their world the most beautiful.

(Didn't come up with this on my own, though I would have loved to. It's really a beautiful quote.)