I said I love you...
And you never replied...
I said I need you...
And you never replied...
That is torture...
Torture is seeing your eyes...
And not seeing myself reflected on them...
Alas...
I can  not blame you...
For I love you too much to blame you...
Even that is torturing me...
So you are not torturing me...
I am torturing myself...
And torture or not torture...
I love you more than yesterday...
When will this torture end??

This is the one day when we wake up in Winter but will go to sleep in spring...
I really don't care about seasons...
For you are my spring...
And you are still my reason to live...
Even though we are not together anymore...
Come to think of it...
Four years ago I kissed you for the first time the day spring arrived...
Four years passed by...
I lost your love...
But it seems everyday that goes by I love you more...
Happy spring... my eternal spring...
I can only wish you happiness...
For I love you too much and want the best for you...
I want each one of your days to be a spring day...
For you deserve all the happiness in the world...
And a bit more...
I love you...
You just can't imagine how much...
My days are a complete winter...
But it does not matter...
As long as you find happiness I will find some solace...

I want to write a poetry book where each page becomes a dove...
And takes flight with the wind...
To a poet inspiration and imagination are the same...
So I imagine pages flying in the universe of inspiration...
Looking for a poem that will become their eternal companion...
To  an empty piece of paper, a poem is an unknown friend...
Because there can be no stronger friendship than the one between an empty page and a poem...
Once they meet they take flight...
And will stay together for an eternity...
Leaving their message everywhere they go...
If you suddenly feel the sound of book pages being flipped by the wind...
And the whisper of verses and sonnets in your ears...
It is because a poem has just been born...

To all women...

Every woman is a living poem...
Every woman eyes are a sonnet...
Every woman smile is a ray of hope
Every woman heart  is a treasure....
Women should be celebrated every day..
Not just on Women's day...
Women have my respect and admiration...
Not just today...
But everyday....

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Deeper than an Ocean

A woman's heart is deeper than an ocean...
And as rich as the seven seas...
For it is an infinite supply of inspiration and feelings...
The real bounty is at the bottom of that ocean...
If you manage to get there...
You will have found the treasure of happiness...
Once you do that...
Don't let go of it...
It can be the treasure of your life...
Start by sailing on the universe of her eyes...
Until you reach the ocean of her heart..

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Two poems for the price of one...Dedicated to all women out there....

When life treats you badly, it is good to find someone new to care for...
To me,  you were larger than life...
You were my universe...
And I still think of you day and night...
Trying to understand what happened...
But I don't think I will find the answer...
And perhaps it does not matter...
Maybe life will give me the chance to find someone new to care for...
For the time being...
I will just take care of myself...
Take good care of yourself...
Don't let life treat you badly...

Another day begins...
Before I met you...
The word sunrise meant the moon giving way to the sun...
Now sunrise is me waking up and thinking of you...
Come to think of it...
I live in a sunrise world...
For I think of you all day...
And then I dream of you at night...

The elevator doors closed after you walked in...
My soul and heart left me and went behind you..
Riding up in the same elevator...
I am walking away in the opposite direction...
While my mind and spirit run back to that elevator..
Hoping to catch up with you..
So it is just me now walking..
Soulless..
Maybe I should go back and stand by that elevator..
The door is bound to open again someday...
And I will wait to see you until then...