Today
Is our birthday,
The first time you appeared in my life,
So many years ago,
Fingers of my hands can't count.
Do you remember?
Probably not,
We both know
You're not good at dates
As I'm good at
Writing love letters
That are never sent
- and you know why -
It was June the fifth,
The century was about to die,
Just imagine if...
You and I.

Sometimes we find ourselves in the valley of unhappiness
It's a dark place you wouldn't want to be in
It's inevitable and sometimes we need to confess;
We're only here because of our own sin

We do sin for love however,
For love and life is like a maze, a puzzle with only one way
It doesn't mean though that there's no forever
And in the extremity of it all, I know that all is going to be okay

We have troubles trying to find the words to say.
"I love you." are the words we often try so hard to find,
and we tend to find alternatives so our feelings could convey--
but most of the time, love doesn't really need words in mind

He is a beacon of light amidst the darkness,
Whose brightness scatters the night,
Whose rays carry light to every corner of the earth.

He is the hopeful joy among the sorrow,
Whose smile lifts any face,
Whose spirit gives hope for a new day.

He is the music echoing through the silence,
Whose sound clings to every ear,
Whose rhythm will never be forgotten.

He is the simple inspiration whispered into ears,
Whose glad tidings create a picture for a brighter day,
Whose hope brings perseverance.

How could he, filled with inspiration, emanating kindness, fail to notice his worth?

Then all at once, he looks up, surveying the sparkling sky,
hearing the robin's tune,
admiring the smiles on faces passing by,
and knows that his impact on the world is interminable.

Words can cut you
to the core
leaving you lying
on the floor

When they're spoke
it can make you cry
makes you feel like
you want to die

Other times
they can make you feel love
delivered on
the wings of doves

Words of love
and sweet romance
feeling like
you're in a trance

Another way
they can be spoken
feeling like
you're sad and broken

Hearing them spoke
can make you smile
even if
for a little while

Raising you up
or making you sour
they have such
incredible power

Some are true
and some are lies
hits you right
between the eyes

Careful of what
you say or write
it can cause
an ugly fight

All us poets
we are not zeros
we are literary
super heroes

Using our words
to express our feelings
there's no floors
and no ceilings

So keep on writing
till you die
making them laugh
making them cry

Sitting here
With a touch of sadness
Weekends over
It's back to the madness

Work all week
Feeling like a slave
All I got
That's what I gave

Each day goes slow
Every hour seems like two
I cannot wait
Till I'm back with you

Time with you
Each second I will cherish
I love you
Till the day that I perish