but last night—
after two years,
you smiled to me,
waved your hands,
and we both laughed
to each other's stories

suddenly,
the light turns darker—

you took my hand,
slowly lifted it up
right above my head,
make movements
as if you wanted me to spin
as if we were dancing—

and we danced all night,
somewhere only in my dreams.

One who shares his woes in a humorous manner usually overcomes it silently.

the crescent brown that rests in his blue eyes,
holds a special kind of light;
This knowledge he holds,
from the struggles he has overcome,
he sees all the darkness the light has to offer,
The possibility that love can cut you open,
yet sees the good every time
those blue eyes have a darkness, specks,
you can hardly notice
only if you are able to look close enough;
The brown around your iris,
I will always admire,
Always and forever proud to call you mine

i can't stop staring
your sweet innocent face
your pitch-black eyes
and your genuine smile

your smile is contagious
i've never felt this happiness
for six long years
of loneliness

for a few minute
we immediately vibe
as if we've met before
*** we are truly the same


it was indeed a good night

Desire is a known trait
To all
  The rich
  The poor
  The sick
  The weak

No matter where you stand
Or sit
Or wish
  We all seek