I want my heart broken into a mllion pieces.
A whole heart is good for health, but bad for life.

I want it broken to build it again,
to find out how it works.
I have sat under too many cherry trees,
waiting for blossoms to fall on me;
I've had enough of yearnings.

It's a little bit funny to want something like this,
I know,
but what can I do?

I've just met you
and I want to give you my better heart,
cause you've already made me
a better man.

Love and time made me the man I am today;
still don't know to which of the two I should blame more.
I found myself writing this poem as soon as you left.
I wrote it while contemplating the possibility of walking on the moon
and drawing flowers on its sand.

I must admit I am enchanted by your beauty.
There's something really peculiar about your smile,
your laughter and the looks you give under your glasses.
It's like black magic for my heart.
I've never been so scared to see someone go,
even if it's only for a moment.

I'm not saying I'm in love with you,
I'm old enough to know how to hide that feeling,
but I would love it if you let me follow you down.
There's so much I wish to know about you;
for example: if you like flowers drawn on the surface of the moon.

Blood of a poet dripping from me.
*** and magic feeding my dreams.

I used to write poems for lovers,
Now I write poems for love.

Life is written in verse;
every line has its rhyming pair.

From chaos comes chaos,
Heartbeat brings heartbeat.

There's no heart or soul that's truly alone,
There's an incomplete poem,

And every poem finds its ending,
it doesn't matter if it's masculine or feminine.

A line, a rhyme.
You'd be surprised by what you rhyme with.