I woke up this morning thinking of you...
Then I went out and saw flowers...
The clouds and the blue sky...
Heard birds chirping...
Everything in nature reminds me of you...
For you are beautiful and kind...
And I am always thinking of you...
And yearning for your eyes and your smile...
But mostly wishing for your happiness...
That is how much I love you, beautiful girl...
For I will be happy if you are happy...
Even if we are not together...
I am always thinking of you..

I dream of a world where I wake you up with a carnation everyday...
And where I read poetry to you as you fall asleep...
A world where I hold your hand all day...
And get caught in the sweet universe of your eyes...
Would you like this to be your world...
Would you marry me...?

A Walk in the park...
It is a beautiful afternoon...
The sunset is coming...
The river looks as if it was made of gold and emeralds...
Such are the colors it has...
With the trees reflected and the sun rays..
The Ducks and the Geese feel just at home...
Swimming in the multi color waters...
The flowers bending delicately...
As if following the sunlight...
And allowing the warm breeze to caress their petals...
It is so beautiful...
I could just swear the flowers are smiling to me...
Or whispering...
I am not sure...
Maybe they are asking me to write this message...
For the most beautiful girl out there to read...
Or to tell her to come and visit the park...
The flowers would be happy to see their reflection on those beautiful eyes...
And be greeted by that radiant smile...
I wonder if I am some sort of a flower then...
Your eyes and smile seem to have the same effect on me...

The sun has not risen yet...
It is dark out there...
The stars are still blinking...
A waning moon is there...
The window was left ajar...
And a soft breeze can be felt...
The leaves are moving...
Birds seem to be singing in the background...
All these are whispers in the dark...
They are a symphony for your delicate ears...
The whole world is singing poetry for you...
I  don't know anymore if daylight starts at sunrise..
Or when you open your sweet  eyes...
And gift the world with its beauty...
Happy Sunday my love....

I can't say Happy Saturday...
Or happy Sunday...
Or Wednesday...
After seeing your eyes yesterday I lost the notion of time...
I just know the sun rose...
So it is a new day...
But for me time stopped when I saw your eyes...
Happy day...

And here I am...
On a sunny Friday morning...
Holding on to my  thoughts...
Writing my first poem of the day...
For writing poetry is now part of my identity..
Maybe it has always been...
And I never realized it..
I can not paint...
I can not create sculptures..
But I can create verses and sonnets...
I can paint romance with my words...
I can sculpt  dreams with my poems...
For poetry is as beautiful as any other art...
I admire all types of art...
And enjoy a painting as much as I enjoy a poem..
I will continue to share these words with anyone who wants to read...
I will keep holding on to  dreams and my words forever..

There is magic in the air...
The leaves are moving...
But there is no wind...
The birds are in awe...
The creek is as transparent as ever...
Even though we are at dusk...
I can still see the fish underneath...
The air feels special and mysterious...
I cannot explain what my senses are feeling...
The forest is deserted...
Suddenly I see the silhouette of a woman...
With a long dress...
Walking fast...
Then I realize the leaves move as she walks by… As if following her...
The birds.. stop singing when they see her...
And she has no reflection on the water...
That is when I noticed her silhouette has a trail that comes all the way from the sky...
Like a comet...
She is quite the magical woman...
For she is the stardust that comes to brighten sunsets...
She leaves a trace of brightness and hope behind...
But, my beautiful girl, as magical as she is...
She is not as magical and sweet as you are...
Stardust is no match for the bright of your eyes and the beauty of your smile...
As fast as it came.. the stardust is gone...
The night settles in...
But the magic remains thanks to the deep of your eyes... and the treasure of your smile...