I am walking outside on a clear, chilly night...
Your eyes and your smile are all I can think of...
The stars seem to be thinking of you also...
For their light tonight is brighter and warmer than normal...
And as soon as I whisper your name...
They blink merrily and happily...
They like the sound of your name...
So do I...
It is a sweet melody to my ears...
The stars and I will make a toast...
A toast to your eyes, your smile and your kindness...
I don't have a glass of wine...
But it does not matter...
I will toast with my heart...
Cheers beautiful...

The flowers are now withered and dry...
The petals lost their colors...
Perhaps the vase will soon be empty...
And no more flowers will use the vase...
At least not my flowers...
My feelings for you died...
Like the flowers on that vase...
And now my heart feels like the vase...
Dry...and empty...
I tried all I could to make you happy...
But I gave up....
I don't know if I will find another flower to fill it...
Maybe I will not try...
I just found it hurts...
So for now let's both the vase and my heart remain empty...

You just left..
I can feel sweetness in the air...
I have my hands open...
Just trying to catch some of that sweetness...
I come empty handed...
No matter how hard I try...
Then only I realize that sweetness flooded my heart...
And my soul...
And that is a good thing...
Because I can carry your sweet memory wherever I go...
You really sweeten my days...

It was a chilly Evening..
The land cold and white...
Full of snow...
The presence of two beautiful sparks brought light and happiness to my day...
For I saw your beautiful eyes...
Your eyes make any gloomy day a happy day..
And any sunny day a complete festival....

I have no pages...
I have no cover...
But  you can read my soul by looking at my eyes...
And listening to my words...
For I am a poet...
Poets are an open book to read...
For anyone who likes romanticism...
Passion...
Sonnets and verses...
If you ever  look at someone eyes...
And you feel  the need for nice words...
That person is a poet...
Smile and listen to the wind...
You will get the message...

It is snowing again...
Once the snowfall ended...
You went out to shovel the snow...
And then it started snowing again...
And I think I know why...
The word spread about your beautiful eyes...
So it is only natural snowflakes kept coming...
For any snowflake would love to be melted at the sight of those eyes...
Such is their warm...
I wish I was a snowflake...
Maybe I am one...
I always melt when you are near...

Oasis is wherever your smile is...
Paradise is looking at your eyes...
Heaven is hearing your voice...
Happiness is dreaming of holding your hand...
Life is enjoying your company...
Hope is waiting to see you again...