* Three Months Later *

You are an engineering nerd, and I assume you work all the time
Yet your handsome stature, your boyish charm, is surely worth the climb

The reason I behave as I know you, is because I see
So much of me in you, or so much of you in me

That shadow of a smile, waiting to burst into laughter
Unruly curls, as extensions of thoughts of similar character

A sense of humor, unintentionally entertaining, not really witty
Sparkling eyes, striving still to replaced judgement with curiosity

Communicative, attemptingly pedagogical, we try to make sense
With a contagious enthusiasm, luring people to our side of the lens

Yes, intelligent eyes, the mirrors of a soul and widely seeing
Injecting in its spectator a sense of confidence, calm and well-being

Rich in knowledge, accumulating wisdom. Hard to impress
But lightly amused. Difficult to catch, but easy to undress

Likeable, from the relaxed way in which we move around the world
experiencing life on a different level, another spin, a smoother swirl

Learning from mistakes, and not really knowing what to believe
being happy for each day of health, and the developments we achieve

Yet, my heart beats louder than yours, words flow freely in abundance
A longer way for you to go, tracing unknown paths of emotional distance.

Because classic beauty and beards always makes us happy. And because we could re-name this blog to I wanna make out with you (yes, you) all the time. And because substantial matters of the heart bring out the poets in us.

Oh hey, hi, it's me again,
just calling to see if things have changed in the land of men.

What have you been up to? How do you do?
Do you ever think about me, the way I do of you?

Meaning: do I appear at night when it is time for bed?
Do I greet you in the morning when natives of dreams from daylight have fled?

If all minds are connected, and they surely are,
we've already been travelling together wide and far.

I especially like when you go off exploring Paris on your own,
the strangeness of Kansas City or your gigabit excitement in the Tokyo hi-tech zone.

I hope you enjoy the smell of autumn in Stockholm town,
on adventures in my pocket as the coloured leaves fall down.

I want your inner world, I want your soul,
I want your arms, your heart, your age as it turns old.

But the future comes but a day at the time,
every hour sweeter, minutes are sublime
bringing me closer to an era when you'll be mine.

Because you're cute. And because we got a very nice compliment the other day when our ability to write poems for random people was deemed a more entertaining party trick than the iPhone aura photo application.

More proof that a beard makes men look even better. And because the Phil Collin's album No Jacket Required has a delightful selection of titles such as - Long Long Way To Go, Don't Loose My Number, Doesn't Anybody Stay Together Anymore and Take Me Home.

O Mistress Mine

O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

- William Shakespeare

Vision in pink-Grynet definitely acts as a sources of inspiration with "Ta ingen skit!"-policy and promoting "Man blir kär i vem man vill", but possibly the most when we are considering careers where you could suggest going on a date with Zlatan as actual work.