We were states of matter
until we had chemistry
a pure of mix elements causing eradication
and more like atomic radiation
we were powerful
an affective pair

then biology taught me
to value every heart beat of yours
every tissue to cells
every cytoplasm to mitochondria

and that Czechoslovakia
that you were from
had a capital named Prague
during world history
but nothing interesting than your story
during our midnight phone call

then mathematics taught me to calculate the distance between us
and physics showed me our chance of collision in every single velocity

I have used all kinds of formulas I learnt to solve our problem

but dear

I got the answer of
good bye

Good bye,
High School.

'Even though i know i'm a dead man...i'm worried i'll miss her...the years i have spent with her have been pure magic...she has always stood by me no matter what..she's the sole reason for my happiness..and to see her in tears now doesn't feel good...and no matter how much science might have advanced..i realize that after a certain point we are all helpless in front of God's will...we have no choice but to accept it...so as i'm standing on the brink of death and preparing to exit this world...i can't help but think of how we met and eventually fell for one another...she a writer...me a scientist..the two don't usually go together..but there are always exceptions..and we we were definitely one of them...she fell for my honesty..i fell for the fantasy world she created through her words....She completed me from every aspect of my life.So my dear wife....as i lie on my death-bed i just want to tell you that i love you,admire you and respect you...always keep writing,stay strong and never give up...and whenever you miss me just look up in the night sky...i will be out there among the constellations shining my love upon you...i will always be with you..even when i'm not there.'

Morning rime ...The indulgent , overcast pallor of winter morn ...
Hardwoods revive with Robin songs , daffodils crown the throng
of Falls red gold delivery ...
The portal of fair days draw near , the harmonic tune of naked perennials
in Winters fleeting puff of air ...
Feast upon frosted creation , forever watchful this season of hope , for cold weather berries line thickets , dashing evergreens enthrall with all due solemnity , migrants seek the blessings of home , Spring wine
and recollection from the cask of yesteryear ...