Her eyes are poetry and a blink of her eyes is a poem.
Her voice is poetry and each of her words is a poem.
Her thinking is poetry and each of her thoughts is a poem.

My love for her is poetry and each of my expressions for her is a poem.
My care for her is poetry and each of my suggestions for her is a poem.
My desire for her is poetry and each expression of my romance for her is a poem.

Our mutual attraction is poetry and each of our confessions to one another is a poem.
Our eternal relationship is poetry and each of our manifestations for one another is a poem.
Our way of talking to each other is poetry and each of our conversations with one another is a poem.

Today I received it!
My own novel!
7 Seconds: A Typical Guy, Atypical Life!

We were chatting for the first time,
I asked if he was an Indian.
He said, "No, I am a European."
Now I said,
"Sorry, but you are no longer a European.
Your UK dumped EU.
So EU dumped you!
Now your islands were kicked further northwest.
The Germans finally had sweet revenge. :-D"
:-D

“You changed my life for the better.”

Sitting across from one another,
on a quiet summer afternoon,
Papa spoke to Ma.

“I became better, because of you.”

My eyes widened.

“I would’ve been lost without you.”

I tiptoed away.

“It didn’t happen suddenly,” she chuckled.

Comfortable silence blanketed the two.

“I’m glad that I chose you.”

Hearts are not crystals
But still they shatter.
A heart has no brains
But tears it often rains.
Hearts have no eyes
But still detect lies.
So what exactly are hearts?
The Cardiac Paradox.

No need to work at all,
Free, equal housing for one and all,
Free healthcare facilities.

Free education,
Free food,
Free amenities.

Equal rights to everyone,
Welfare pension for all,
Economic equality too,
Huge ethnic variety as well,
The only guns possessed by law enforcement.

Surely, a good prison is
The Communist Utopia!
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