The best place to look at youself?
It aint in the mirror, but in your lovers eyes.They will show you not what you look on that day , but what you are inside.

In the scarce abstinence of self
In the dark mountains of reverence
Unexplored and unfathomed
Shone gold by the first ray of glitter
Our love will bloom

A slow way to heal my heart
From the wounds inflicted
Is not to rush or not to hurry
But to cry as long I like
Cry like a baby without no shame
Once you cry forget the stains

A tree grows for several years
To reach its skytop height
Cut by a troubled man from bottom
It loses its fabled might
It collects sunshine and water again
Grows back to the rims of the echeleon

Like a tree beneath the sheet of stars
Blighted by its own to pull it apart
Grow and fight to kiss the ****** sky
Symbiotic adventure is life
Cry like a baby without no shame
Let the tears fall beneath you
To lift your weight

I am not a poet
But when thoughts, like rain,
Drench me in my solitude,
Words, they flow like a stream.
I am not a poet
But how can I see
The simpler joys of life,
And not create a song to be sung.
I am not a poet,
Nor an artist.
I am myself,
And you are my masterpiece.
I am not a poet,
If you are not the dream.
If I am a poet,
*Then you are what sets these pages on fire.