I am a deformed poet
Love poems are where my ink faltered
Love stories have bad endings written

I am half-poet and half-crackpot
The bouquet of roses crushed
by jealousy and the expectation that eyes peep

I am just a poet
Last night I tried to pen
out of the blue, my fingers sadden

Only love in the grave
I taste more than
the purest vow in the altar

I do not have a future
So future won't see me
Then I pray for my death
Yet life still asking me

And if you are to love,
Love as the moon loves.
It doesn't steal the night,
It only unveils the beauty of the dark.

And if you are to love,
Love as the rain loves.
It doesn't wet the bodies,
It only washes the sad dirt of the souls.

And if you are to love,
Love as the wind loves.
It doesn't drift away,
It only cleanse you to the core by invading through each pore.

And if you are to love,
Love as the sun loves.
It doesn't radiates heat,
It only pours its warmth on you to enlighten your way.

And if you are to love,
Love as the star loves.
It doesn't delightfully twinkles,
It only reminds you that not even death can separate two hearts.

And so forth,
if you are to love
Love as the whole universe
& not just a part of it.

I'm so small
smallest
dot
explosion
patience
distance
time
existence
maybe smaller.