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'll feel drunk all day...
For your woman's scent drives me crazy...
I feel like my insides are burning...
And I can only think of you...
You only gave me a short kiss...
And you looked at me just once...
I can't imagine what would have happened if you gave me a second kiss...
I wouldn't have been able to contain my soul and my body...
For now I will treasure that kiss as if it were the greatest gift life has given me...
And I will continue to wait until the moment our bodies merge to the rhythm of love...

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...

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??

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...

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...

What I want for Christmas...
Is to sit close to you...
By candlelight...
As close as I can...
So my eyes will be reflected on yours...
So close that our lips will instinctively fuse...
And become one...
With the candle's flame as our only witness...
Our eyes will say I love you...
Even though not a single word will be exchanged...
That is what I want for Christmas...
Perhaps it will never happen...
For your heart chose someone else...
But that is what I will always want for Christmas...
For as long as I live...
Because I realized I will never stop loving you...

And you finally succeeded...
You got me out of your life...
Just to think that a while ago...
A day wouldn't be a day if I didn't see you...
Nowadays a day is not a day if I see you...
That is how much things have changed...
I used to say I wanted to get lost in your eyes...
Now I want to get lost from your eyes...
I have to say congrats to both of us...
You got your way...
And I got my sanity and freedom back...

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...

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...

Are you craving of sweet words...
And dreams?..
Are you willing to let your smile conquer the universe?..
And a beautiful rose merge with your hair?....
If so...
Close your eyes....
And smile.
Let yourself loose...
And you will be transported to wonderland...
The land where your laughter can be heard when it rains...
And where the wind sings poetry to you...

Someday you may not  be around to listen to my poems or read them...
I will still write them...and will read them by moonlight..
Hoping you are looking at the moon wherever you are...
So perhaps the moonlight and the wind will get the poems to you...
So if the wind embraces you on a moon lit night...
And all the birds stop singing...
The stars stop blinking for a moment...
The clouds stop moving...
And The whole landscape is  dominated by the wind noise...
Then perhaps a poem will be reaching you...
Friendship has no boundaries...
Like my admiration, respect  and happiness wishes for you...

I always wondered why your eyes are so sweet...
And why I feel under a spell of happiness when I see them...
Not in a million years could I find anything as warm, sweet and comforting as your eyes...
Your eyes must be made out of honey...
For their sweetness is endless...
Now that I think of it...
You must be made out of honey...
For your kindness doesn't have any limits...
I say you are made of honey...
And you have a heart of gold...
Imagine that...
Made of honey and gold...
I am really lucky to have looked deep in to your eyes to see the sweet treasure you are...

Windy or rainy...
Sunny or cloudy...
Even snowy...
I will always run by your side...
For life is an endless track...
Uphill and downhill...
But knowing we are running side by side  means there is no obstacle that can stop us...
For you are my beacon and my life..

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 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...

The wind woke me up...
For it was a windy morning....
Perhaps the wind will carry this message for you...
And it is also the wind who brought memories of you...
Poetry is carried by the wind...
My words are poetry...
So are your smile and your eyes...
I  even see them when sleeping...
So maybe the wind also blows in my dreams...
And that is a good thing...
For your eyes and smile make for sweet dreams...
I just don't like you...
I adore you...

I'm hugging myself...
As hard as I can...
No matter how much I try...
The clock hands keep moving...
I can't hold back the years...
They are unstoppable...
I can only hope I can hold back the memories...
For even time can cause memories to fade...
And if they ever fade...
Perhaps I will be lucky, only sad memories will vanish...
I want to treasure every happy memory...
I would like to share my happy memories...
To anyone who wants to read or listen...
I can  always tell them to myself...
And hope a passerby will hear them...
He or she may wonder what some random guy in the park is babbling about...
That guy  will probably be babbling about hope and optimism...
For he is as optimistic as anyone can get...
So please, dear reader...
Hug yourself...
And try to keep holding back the years...
Your own years...

How could I not write poetry when around you...
How could I not melt when looking at your eyes...
How could I not feel romantic when close to you...
How could I not adore you...
How could I not desire your kisses...
You tell me...
Beautiful girl...

How could I have not fallen in love with you?

There was a time where I would wake up thinking of you...
Counting the seconds until I would see you again...
I would breath thinking of you..
And would close my eyes at night hoping to dream of you...
I would melt just seeing your eyes...
And got transported to wonderland every time you kissed me...
That is how much I loved you...
I now still wake up thinking of you...
Not because I love you anymore...
But because I want you to be happy...
And because I want to wish you a good day...
Wherever you are...
Only time will tell if I ever fall in love again...
And I honestly can't tell if you ever loved me...
But thanks to you I learned how to love...
And for that I want to say thank you...

I want to stop loving you...
And I can't...
I just love you too much...
It is too painful...
So painful I can barely write...
So I give up...
I will let time take care of it...
I am hurt...
You have not been transparent...
You never were...
I said "I miss you" for the last time today...
No point saying it...
Your answer will never come...
I will miss you in silence...
My life will start again tomorrow...
I gave up on you...
But not on life...

If you ever ask me if I still have feelings for you...
I may need to wear my sunglasses...
For my eyes can't lie...
My eyes are dry...
Maybe I have cried too much...
But they have not lost their brightness...
Brightness they got the very first time they looked at your own very eyes...
And that perhaps they will never lose...
As I will love you for an eternity...
Even if you don't...
So if next time you see me...
You wonder why I am wearing sunglasses at night...
Now you know why...
Who knows...
You may be able to see through them...

I need to let go...
I need to stop thinking about you...
I need to stop having hope...
I always believed hope could nurture my soul and my happiness...
Now the same hope is causing me sadness...
For I keep waiting for you to give me a hint you need me...
I'm sure it will not happen...
You don't need me...
Maybe you never did...
And I am starting to believe you even despise me...
So now I just hope my hopes for you will vanish...
It will take time...
And I will shed a few tears in the process...
But this is not worth it...
So I hope I can get over you...

My eyes are open...
The sun is out...
The sky is blue...
There are no clouds...
It is not hazy...
And I know you are here...
But I still can't see you...
That is because you are the most transparent soul I have ever met...
I can't think of anyone with such kindness...
Such good values...
And such transparency...
You are really one of a kind...
I don't know how I noticed your transparent soul...
But more importantly...
I don't know how I was so dumb to let you go...

The wind is singing for you...
For even the wind can see the beauty of your eyes...
And the sweetness of your soul...
How I wish I was the wind...
So I could move around...
Follow the universe of your eyes...
And cause every wind chime in my path to sing for you...
I am not the wind...
And I can not fly...
But I can write sonnets...
I will leave them by my door...
And hope the wind will carry them for you...
Next time the chime sounds...
It is announcing one of my poems heading your way...
Maybe one day I will be the chime...
And I will whisper sonnets to your ears...

Poems are just whispers in the wind if there is no one to listen to them...
A poem without a reader is like a night without stars...
Like a full moon when no one is looking at her...
A poem is like a galaxy to be discovered....
by a reader who will treasure it in their heart..


...poetry comes from the soul
the soul knows no boundaries..
it transcends time and space...
light and dark...
poetry only exists in the eyes of the reader,,,,
or the senses or the listener...
and the heart of the writer....

What is the point of loving someone...
When you are being completely ignored?...
Why do I keep thinking of you?...
Where did I lose my north?....
Who am I? I don't recognize myself anymore...
Which path do I take now?...
Who are you?? I thought I knew you...
Whom stole my heart??

If I could...
I would build you a house where the walls were made out of roses...
For you deserve to be surrounded by peace, beauty and harmony...
But even if the walls were made out of hundred of fresh roses...
You would be by far the most pure and beautiful of them all...
For you are a true rose...
Your kindness is second to none...
And the sweetness of your eyes can not be found anywhere else...
Now that I think of it...
Being close to you feels like being around 1000 roses...
Such is your beauty and kindness...
And looking in to your eyes feels like watching paradise...
For your eyes have the power to transport me to wonderland...
I just don't like you...
I adore you...

I never thought roses could have a name...
I still don't know if all of them do...
But something happened yesterday...
I was walking by a rosebush...
There was no wind whatsoever...
I looked at the roses...
And whispered your name...
For roses remind me of you...
And as soon as I said it...
All petals moved...
As if they were dancing to the wind...
I can only assume rose and  your name mean the same thing...
For all petals looked cheerful...
Next time you see a rose...
Just whisper your own name...
The petals will move...
For the sweetness of your eyes and your voice will cheer them up...
I just don't like you...
I adore you...

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

There is no moon tonight...
But the nearby lake was lit as if there was a full moon...
The light was so sweet and bright...
As if the whole solar system planets were moons...
All of this because two beautiful eyes filled the air with sweetness and brightness..
Lucky Lake...
Legend says locals changed the lake's name to Moon Lake...
For everyone will remember that day...
Your eyes have the brightness and sweetness of a thousand stars...
That is why they are my galaxy and my universe...

Tonight was the last time I whispered sweet words to your ears...
What is the point of saying "I miss you"...
Or "I love you"...
I never get a reply...
I might as well tell it to the wall...
At least the echo will answer...

Was really scared when I lost your love...
For I didn't know what would be of my life...
So I held on to the memory of your eyes...
Your kisses....
Your voice...
I'm scared again...
It's being so long since last time I saw you...
Or heard your voice...
And I still love you...
You can't imagine how much...
Those memories are now vanishing...
And once they're gone...
Won't have anything to remember you by...
At that point I will have to question whether your presence in my life was just a dream...
And perhaps I am now scared of waking up...
And find out I'm alone...

To all women...
Every woman is a living poem...
Every woman's eyes are a sonnet...
Every woman's smile is a ray of hope
Every woman's 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....

Your house front door closed...
And I realized once again it is winter time...
For when I was inside your house it looked like eternal summer...
For your eyes have the power to warm and light up any room...
All I can recall it is me being outside...
And then me reaching my own house...
So either I have a self driving car...
Or my soul stayed by your front door...
And my body somehow drove my car back here...

Yesterday I noticed your eyes...
Today I said I like you...
Tomorrow I will probably say I love you...
I wish yesterday had happened 20 years ago...
You mean so much to me...
That in 20 years I will probably still see you as the beautiful angel I met...
Yesterday...

I wish I could speak many languages...
So I could tell you "I love you" in all of them...
I'm starting to believe I speak a different language from yours...
For my words go totally ignored...
Whatever it is...
It seems you and I will never be able to speak to each other in the language of love...
I will keep saying "I love you"...
Even though you don't understand me...

I only think of you once a day...
From the moment I wake up...
Until the moment my eyes close for the night...
Then I dream of you while sleeping...
So you are in my mind for just 24 hours...
I wish the days were longer...
But it does not matter...
You have a spot in my heart...
And that means I will think of you for an eternity...

When I met you...
Your eyes looked beautiful...
Warm and inviting...
They are still beautiful...
But now they seem cold and hostile...
So cold...
My heart aches when you look at me...
My soul burns...
It is like your eyes are burning ice...
Just now I realize you despise me...
While silly me...
I still love you...
I will go somewhere else and cry...
If I cry while close to you...
My tears will probably freeze...
That is how cold you are now...

If I could build  a time machine...
I  would jump back 20 years and look for your eyes...
I know I would recognize those eyes in any dimension...
Those eyes are timeless...
Deep and eternal...
If I had met you 20 years ago...
I would have asked right away if you wanted to start a life with me...
I can't say what you would have answered...
But I would have asked anyways...
If I had met you 20 years ago...
I would be perhaps calling you my love today...
Instead, today I just call you by your name...
But it does not matter...
I was still blessed to meet you...
The memory  of your beautiful eyes and the candor of your smile will keep me happy and company for as long as I live...
Even if life takes us on different paths...
I pray for your happiness...
And I am sure you will find it...
For you deserve it...

I like to think every day brings a new beginning...
A chance to smile and be happy...
No matter what happened the day before...
I do this by thinking I am a caterpillar at night..
And everyday at dawn I become a Butterfly...
With wings...
To be able to go anywhere...
Soar  above the ground...
Be free...
Hop from flower to flower...
And rejoice at the trees...
The rain and the wind...
We humans can not hop from flower to flower...
But we can enjoy life's small moments...
I find happiness in the small things...
I say hi to the flowers...
I greet the trees and the birds...
I love looking at the sky...
The clouds...
Maybe I am truly a butterfly...
Who knows...
I will just avoid looking at a mirror...
It does not matter how you look...
But how you feel inside...
Let happiness , hope and optimism run your life...
Let your soul be a butterfly...
Maybe I will see you enjoying the flowers nectar in the park someday...

If you really love me....

Chase me..

You know where to find me...

Where there is a sun...

Where the sea ends....

Where  the stars meet the moon..

No matter how remote..

You will find me ..

If you really love me...

I did my part...

I followed  you wherever you went...

I just don't know if you were encouraging me to follow you..

Or just trying to hide from  me...

Whatever the reason...it does not matter...

I did my best..

If my best is not enough ...

Then how can it be good enough for two?