I want to write a poetry book just for you...
Where every page can take off in the wind...
And fly like a dove...
While looking for you...
Poetry is born from inspiration...
And follows inspiration...
So it is only natural that a poem inspired by you...
Would fly the world just looking for the sweetness in your eyes...
What could be more beautiful than a poem seeing the eyes that gave life to it...

It's not snowing anymore...
The snow fall is over...
I am out for a stroll in the park...
I like to see the land covered by a fresh blanket of snow...
It looks peaceful, beautiful and pure...
So much that it reminds of you...
For you, your soul and your eyes are a true expression of beauty and innocence...
It is a bit windy now...
And the wind seems to be whispering your name...
I can clearly hear it...
Or it is my heart that is whispering?
It does not matter...
The truth is I remember your name...
And all of you...
Wherever I go...
If it is not the wind...
It is the river...
If not the river...
The leaves on the trees...
Any whisper just brings to my ears the most beautiful sound there is...
Your name...

Suddenly I can't see the moon...
Or the stars...
Everything is black and white...
You were my universe...
But like a star that implodes to become a black hole...
My world collapsed...
And I was left in a vacuum...
And I feel as if floating in an endless universe of sadness...
This must be the teary way galaxy astronomers talk about...
I never asked for eternal love...
I only asked for honesty...
And you were not honest with me...
I can't think of anyone in the whole galaxy...
That feels as disenchanted as I feel today...
But, as sad as I am today...
My days are only bound to become brighter...
Even if slowly...
For if there is no eternal love...
There is no eternal pain either...

I walk by night..
I fly by day...
For I am a dreamer...
A romantic at heart...
I can see beauty in the dark..
And kindness in the storm...
I  hear sonnets in the wind..
And see poems in the stars...
Have the moon as a friend...
And the forest and the creek as my confidants...
I am willing to listen to the rain...
And dance to the snow...
I love life...
It does not matter if the sky is  gray or blue...
I always smile...
And my eyes  shine when someone read these lines..
Maybe I am too idealistic...
But life is too beautiful  and too short..
So I chose to live as happy as I can...

It was a chilly day today...
Your backyard felt warm and inviting...
And it was not the fire pit...
It was the warmth of your eyes and your company...
Your eyes are the fire pit that warms my heart...
And your company the fire for my soul...
I just don't like you...
I adore you...

No one has the obligation to love anyone...
I gave you my heart...
And you certainly don't owe me anything...
For pure love means loving without expecting anything in return...
The only thing I expected from you was honesty...
That's all...
I thought you were transparent...
But you're not...
To say I am disappointed and hurt would be an understatement...
It will take time...
But I will get over you...
And to think I truly believed you were a woman worth going home to...
I am not hurt because you don't love me...
I am hurt because you lied to me...
Not sure how I will manage to love again...
Being hurt and all...

In the past I would go to bed hoping I would dream of you...
Now I close my eyes hoping I would have forgotten you in the morning...
Who I am kidding?...
I love you like you can't imagine...
Like no man has ever loved a woman...
But I need to stop this torture...
You need just one to fall in love...
And two to be happy...
I am the one...
Who fell in love...
And who is now suffering...
One of my dreams is to get over you...
The other one is to see you happy...
For I love you too much and I want happiness in your eyes...
Quite the paradox...
Isn't it?...
Maybe...
The truth is...
Never try to explain love...
You'll fail at it...
Just love...
No matter what...

Even if the days are cloudy...
And gloomy...
I think of your beautiful eyes...
And the sunset becomes beautiful and magical...
A  perfect sunset...
I see one right now...

Photos are a way to freeze a moment...
So anyone can see what was going on...
People can even make a video...
But nothing replaces a happy memory...
No matter how many photos you take...
Or how many videos are made...
Nothing replaces a happy memory...
Photos may fade...
Videos may get deleted, or forgotten...
A happy memory will last for an eternity...
Let the camera of your soul treasure all your happy memories...
Those are the photos to keep in the album of your heart...

I don't want to hug you...
If I do hug you...
I will never let go of you...
I don't want to look at your eyes...
If I do...
I will melt in their sweetness...
I don't want...
To lose you...
And the truth is...
I don't want to admit...
I am crazy about you...
I don't want to think...
Of a life without you...

I live in a world where musical notes are my company...
A  world where I can glide on a pentagram...
And where musical notes are the rain...
A place where the wind always carries a melody...
And where the birds don't chirp...
But sing...
There are no continents...
But symphonies...
And no rivers but melodies...
This is a place where I can see the music...
This is my world...
A magical place where the sun has a melody of light...
The moon a melody of beauty...
And the stars a heavenly chorus...
This is the only world where you can see the music...
Welcome to my world....

To all poetry readers....
I wish you  a good night...
As always I am hoping  your tomorrow will be happier than today... Being happier than the day before is the secret of life...
Not always doable...
But we have to try...
Sweet dreams...

A few weeks ago I thought it was love...
Now I think it is idiocy...
Or are idiocy and love the same thing?...
Maybe they are...
You keep ignoring me...
Like I am a doormat...
And I still keep chasing you...
And dreaming of you...
Well, let's meet half way...
Say it is not love...
Say it is not idiocy...
Let's call it loviocy...
The word does not make sense...
The same way my feelings for you don't make sense either...

Yesterday I woke up to the snow...
Today I woke up to the mountains...
Perhaps tomorrow I will wake up to the sea...
But it does not matter what you wake up to...
What's important is what you dream of...
Never stop following your dreams...
Never stop dreaming...
And one day you will have the most beautiful awakening you could dream of...

I gave you my heart...
And you gave it away...
Did I really lost your heart?...
Now I believe I never had it...
Now I need to win my life back...
I now realize all these years I have been living on one heart only...
It will no be different now...
Except at least now I know I'm on my own...
And it feels as painful as not having a heart at all...

A Hummingbird ***** its wings 80 times per second...
They never give up...
Defying wind and the rain...
Even the snow...
They never stop flapping...
For they are always looking for the flower's nectar...
No different from life...
Where we are always flapping against adversity and evil...
Trying to find happiness...
All of us are the hummingbirds of life...

You asked me if the moon reminds of you...
Yes, the moon reminds me of you...
Its sweet light brings memories of your eyes...
Your warm lips and your soft hands...
The truth is, any light reminds me of you...
For you are the light of my days...
And without that light my heart would be in the darkness...
These lines are for you...
Light of my life...
Owner of my heart...
And beacon of my path...

I can't fall asleep...
I am still thinking of your eyes...
I am just drunk on their sweetness...
So I'm wide awake...
Perhaps I don't want to fall asleep...
If I do fall asleep...
I hope I can dream of you and your eyes...
This is a true paradox...
What is sweeter...
The memory of your eyes when I'm awake?...
Or dreaming of them?...
Or both?...
For now I just hope to see you soon...

I was always told there are three dimensions out there...
Height, width and depth...
Einstein said there is a fourth one... time...
I say there is a fifth dimension...
The Dimension of happiness...
For whenever I see your eyes...
Or hear your voice...
I feel transported to another dimension...
A dimension where I want time to stop...
And where no matter how high, wide or deep the space...
It is not large enough to contain my happiness...

I was trying to write a poem about idiocy...
And nothing came to mind...
Until I say myself on a mirror...
The perfect definition of an idiot...
Why do I keep having hopes about you loving me?...
When you literally mopped the floor with me?...
If anyone needs a graphic description of an idiot...
Just let me know...
I could send my photo...
The text book definition of a total idiot...
A broken heart one...

Only one of us fell in love...
You need two to be happy...
But sadly... just one to fall in love...
I have enough love for both of us...
But if you don't even bother to receive it...
I of course can not even expect you to return it...
And you don't have to...
For my love for you is unconditional...
Perhaps eternal...
But not foolish enough to remain by your side...
I seem to have more company from my pain and my sorrows...
Than I do from you...
So I am leaving now...
I rather be by myself than with someone who does not care about me...
So I leave the same way I got here...
Alone...
The only difference is...
I am now in love with you...

I want to write for a woman that inspires poetry...
Verses and sweet words...
A woman who devours my words as soon as they are born from my pen...
And treasures them on her heart...
A woman who looks at my eyes with sweetness and hope...
Someone that is happy to see me...
A woman that wants to hear poetry by sunset...
And who is drunk on love with me...
I was drunk on love with a woman once...
But she was barely willing to drink from my heart...

How can I not get seduced by the red fiery sky...
It is as if the sunrise was hiding behind the night...
And it decides to flirt with my senses every morning...
it is so inspiring and inviting...
As if it was telling me to seize the day...
And I try to chase it...
but it just goes away...
Giving way to sunlight...
It is like trying to capture water in my hands...
No matter how hard I try...
It just goes away...
Another reason to have hope and wait for the next day...
There will always be a sunrise to chase...
There will always be a reason to wake up...
There will always be a better tomorrow...

I do miss you...
Will probably never say it again to you  but  I do...
You will never say it as I doubt you do...
This is the poems of do's...
I do love you...
I do miss you...
I really do...
Even though you do really ignore me...

It is minus 40 degrees today...
I still ventured to go outside...
I was crying inside the house...
Now I am crying outside...
It is so cold...
My tears froze right away...
My heart was already frozen since before I left the house...
You are so cold...
You have the power to freeze anything that gets close to you...
And I still love you...
I still can't understand why I still have hopes of you loving me...
Maybe my brain is also frozen...

I am walking by a park...
I can hear the river caressing the shore...
An old Mill sits between the park and the river....
It is a sunny, but chilly spring day...
I can hear just a bird chirping...
We are just 24 hours short of the month of May being born...
This  park should be bursting with flowers and birds...
Seems spring is afraid to come...
The arctic wind refuses to leave...
It is just a matter of time before  the arctic wind gets defeated...
The same battle will be fought in November...
And by then the arctic wind will prevail...
For the time being I will close my eyes...
And I imagine I am surrounded by birds...
Of all kinds...
Goldfinch, cardinals,  sparrows, robins...
I became one of them...
Just another robin in the flock...
And by instinct I decided to spread my wings and fly away...
I can see the park...
The river...
The mill...
The people...
All from above...
I am a birdie...
And I just got my freedom wings...
I will let the wind be my companion...
I open my eyes...
And I realize I am not a bird after all...
But that does not prevent me from dreaming of being one...
We can imagine freedom anyway we want...
I see freedom through the eyes of a bird...
What could be more beautiful than seeing the world from above?...
While carried by the wind...

The night is quiet...
There is no wind...
No moon...
Not even a cricket chirping can be heard...
Silence is king tonight...
So quiet I can hear my own thoughts...
I hear myself thinking of you...
Thinking of your smile, your eyes and your laughter...
It may be quiet outside...
But it is a carnival in my soul...
As it is anytime I think of you...
It is a good thing it is quiet in the neighborhood tonight...
It means no one can hear the happiness in my soul...
After all...
Thinking of you is my own celebration...
A daily one at that...

I'm hoPPing you will have sweet dreams tonight...
My big ears will be alert all night...
So if bigfoot is to come...
I will for sure let him know...
That he can not, the ground stomp...
For the rose petal is not to be disturbed...
If bigfoot wants to be loud...
Then to the forest he must go...
For the rose petal is dreaming of the stars and the moon...
Or..as kiddie bunnies like to say... the boon...
The bunny poet says goodbye...
I will be on guard all night...
And if needed... Bigfoot I might fight...
For the rose petal's sleep must last all night...
For now...Bunnflix I might watch...
My choice for tonight....
"James Bunnd"...

Happy day today...
I can't say Happy Saturday..or happy Sunday...or  Wednesday...
After seeing your eyes 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 today and everyday...

So this is what they call feelings...
I wish these were happy feelings...
It is painful to have feelings...
And feel rejected and ignored...
In my case...
These should not be called feelings...
These are saddings...
As my heart is crying...
I wish I lived in a world where feelings only existed in case of happiness...
But I'm human...
And I laugh and cry...
And I'll always have feelings...
Either happy or sad...
I wish,  my dear reader, that your day is happier than mine...
As sad and heartbroken as I am...
I can only wish happiness to everyone in this world...
Even to the girl who broke my heart...

If you knew how much I miss you...
I miss you like no man has ever missed a woman...
If you could understand how much I miss you...
Perhaps you would give me another chance...
I suppose I just don't miss you...
I adore you...
And that will never change...
You made up your mind...
And I can't change that...
But I can't change my feelings for you either...
I think saying I miss you...
It's just an excuse...
I'll always love you...
Thank you for brightening my days while we were together...
I blew it...
And for that...
I have no excuse...

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...

There will always be another day...
It does not matter if it is cloudy or rainy..
There will always be another day to watch the moon and the stars...
Or to read a poem ...
To enjoy a flower ... or the chirp of a bird...
If it is rainy or cloudy... then enjoy the weather drops..
Run and laugh under the rain...
If you are sad... then there will always be another day to be happy....
If you are bored... there will always be another day to be excited...
Life is a continuous journey...
Enjoy your life and the good days...
Be strong on bad days and remember there will always be another day...
If this poem is not good.. there will always be another day to write another one..
If this poet is not good... there will always be another one better...

I thought she was a poem...
I thought she was different...
How wrong I was...
Love is blind...
And deaf...
Even though she inspired many poems...
She is not a poem...
Not even a verse...
Still...
I wish her the best...
For I still want to see her happy...

The word love has 4 letters...
The word hopes has 5...
The word Dreams has 6...
That's 15 letters...
Those words are so beautiful...
They used to reflect how I felt about you...
Now I feel sad...
Hurt...
Confused...
Those 3 words combined also have 15 characters...
And coincidentally enough...
You only talked to me for 15 min last time I saw you...
What does 15 mean...
I hope it does not mean 15 years to forget you...
And coincidentally enough, this poem has 15 lines...

It is painful to hear you laughing at other man's voice...
It is painful to see your eyes spark at his...
But I have to admit you look so happy...
And I love you so much...
I  can only wish for him to treat you the way you deserve...
And for both of you to be happy...
Real  love does not know of grudges or hate...
But it can be painful...

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....

Stupidity is what some naive souls like mine are made of....
We keep Waiting for a nice sincere  gesture...
Or a smile...
That will never come...
Why I keep hoping you will do something nice for me..
Is a mystery...
Today you crossed a border...
The border of lies...
For I know you lied to me...
That is where my stupidity ends...
But sadly for me, not my love for you...
I wish I could stop loving you...

spring will be here soon
flowers birds and sun will join
A true carnival

It is overcast tonight...
So I can't see the stars in the sky...
But it does not matter...
For I saw your eyes today...
And your eyes resemble a beautiful galaxy...
So clouds or not...
I still got to see the stars today...

Northern lights...
The sky turns green and red...
Displaying a majestic array of dancing lights...
They seem to be shy...
As they come and go...
They seem to be dancing...
And surprised to see their reflection on the lake..
For they cannot believe their own beauty..
And they disappear...
And come back in a different shape..
What a show...
This is how I imagined describing the northern lights..
Today this poem became a reality...
For the northern lights danced over my head tonight...
I am probably happier than they were...

Who am I kidding...
I still miss your kisses...
Your eyes...
Your smile...
All of you...
There is no point in denying it...
I melt at the sound of your voice...
I will always need you...
You will always be a special part of me...
I can't hide it anymore...
I need to tell the wind and the stars...
I will always love you...

If you ever meet a man who adores you just 1/100 of the way I do...
You are going to be really happy...
For he will have enough love for you to give you the moon and the planets...
He will be your partner...
Your soul mate...
He will kiss the soil you walk on...
And that is if he loves you and adores you just 1/100 of the way I do...
Just imagine how much I love you...

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??

I miss you...
Hope I can see you soon...
If not tomorrow, I hope I can see your eyes some other time. ..
I could not see you in 30 years and you would still look as beautiful as the first time I saw you...
One of the wonderful things about missing you is the feeling of happiness I  get when I think of you and  the  hope of seeing you again....
Good night love of my life...
I just don't like you...
I adore you...

At 30000 feet the words seem to float...
As if  suspended in the sky...
The wind scattered all of them..
And they became clouds...
Majestically gracing the horizon...
A real canvas...
Proof that the world is a poem...
We just need to read what we see around us...
In any season there are sonnets and verses surrounding us...
Right now I feel like floating out there...
The lake and the towns look just like drawings in a gigantic poetry book...
Where the blue sky is its cover and the clouds the beautiful verses that brighten my day...
For now i will let my soul play like a child who has received his first toy...
That is one of the secrets of life..
Treat everyday as if you were just a new born...
And look at the world as if you have never seen it before...
Life and the world are far from ideal...
It is up to each one of us to try and live as happy as we can...
Off I go...
I you see a cloud blocking the view of the moon...
That is probably me...
Trying to get more inspiration...

It is not a coincidence I am writing these words...
For my destiny is to spread my soul to anyone who wants to read my thoughts...
As I was born a poet....
And as such I can't stop dreaming of sonnets and verses...
My days are a non stop celebration of romanticism and poetry..
Life is beautiful and is to be lived with a smile...
with hopes and dreams...
Any sad moment can be overcome with the hope of a better tomorrow....
So if you are reading these words...
You are helping fulfill my destiny....
And at the same time...
Getting to know my soul...
I hope dear reader I get a smile from you.....
I wish you a happier day tomorrow...

My day started with hope...
Hoping I would at least talk to you...
But your silence speaks volumes...
Why do I still have feelings for you...
I can't explain it...
The day is now over...
Time for healing...
Feeling...
Healing...
Both words have 7 characters each...
But their meanings are so different...
From Feeling to Healing...
My long path to recovery begins...