Bogdan Olteanu

Beauty comes in different fashions: Shiny, white, pale, blue or dark. Yet the flame which kindles passions Comes from the Eternal Spark. Names are thousands for a feeling, Words are useless to

They keep falling... You look at them and you would like for them to stay up high cause they belong where you cannot go. They’re like snowflakes: white, puffy and cold, melting at your

A man was living in the woods, Far from the crowds, far from his kin, Far from a world of vicious sin, Where, ruled by fear and contempt, His fellow men made no attempt To free themselves from

At night, when dreams are not yet come to life, The wraiths fly off their misty, gloomy caves. When you still drowse amidst shadow and light They haunt your thoughts and make you doubt all

Outraged by justice done too late to count, Nature was crushing down the frightened world With fire tempests brought by deadly clouds And cruel winds of everlasting cold. \"Behold the Powers in

Motto: I think of thoughts not thought before, I dream of dreams not dreamt before, I hope for hopes not hoped before... What am I now: in love... enthralled? I kiss the sun in the morning, I

\"Go not to where there\'s no come back! Don\'t think that land is yours to sack! The Mighty, in their Ring of Doom, Still watch over the Earth in gloom. It saddens us to see ye fell From Grace

„Return from darkness to the world designed! Forget thy pride and evil thought! Be fair in heart, be true in mind! Repent the harm that thou have wrought! The Powers shalt forgive thee,

I see unfolding in your eyes The Heavens I always felt need for. A beauty no man could ignore Has hidden itself beneath sighs. And with her cries rising to stars She rebels against her

I’d drive away the demon of sorrow which feeds of my heart. Let there be light where darkness once prevailed, but let the Sun be dark... If the world were to be made perfect you’d

I shall forever love the one Who made my soul burn as the sun, Who made my heart a flaming torch That I should use when on the search For her sweet fire. In return My eyes for her shall always

Compulsive to the limit where compulsion no longer feels imposed. Repulsive to the limit where repulsion no longer is exposed. And all the cunning tricks of mind we use for cruel

Why do I love you like there’s no tomorrow if you don’t love me anymore today? How comes there’s so much pain and sorrow where once there was no sorrow or decay? Can tears burn

Demons of sorrow, demons of hate, demons of love, when love comes too late. Let go of your demons! Drive them away! It is your angel I yearn for today. Smile to me, beauty; warm my cold

Beautiful as stains of sun painted upon the crystal sky. Or as the song of nature in the spring, when all birds sing, and rivers sigh. And lovely as a tear from the stars, soothing the

I swiftly came upon the roses of gentle bliss and sudden charm. Their thorns cut deep into my heart and yet I felt they meant no harm. For how could beauty cause pain? And how could sweetness