It was when our eyes first met...the knowing look
the glance that locked on a breezy spring day
when April rain danced to the beat of life
and windy dark clouds music played

It was when you first whispered my name
your voice just a moment away
when the colors of a thousand flowers burst
when the summer sun smiled its winged rays

It was when you first held my hand
the tender touch in your warm hold
wrapping me in moonlit russet dreams
in a  world of scarlet autumn's gold

It was when we first danced
beside the fire that amber glowed
crimson steps with hearts  of bliss
as winter spread her cape of snow

It was at dawn, at noon, at dusk
I swept, lost, tossed and blown
you, my love, took my breath away
and a tiny seed of love was sown

Sometimes, thinking about life
going deep into thought, thinking about every aspect of it
every detail, every particular thing, but still i
cannot figure why we are here,
what we are supposed to do,
I'm dumbfounded by the complexity of the reason
i am in awe, speechless, as i search endlessly for an answer
All i do is pass time, doing things people do
but why on this earth, we belong
what sort of reason has brought us here, we will never know
time is a concept, as we can never truly tell
when this fantasy will end, we do not know
any day now, tomorrow may not come, is my fear of living

The "One" for you is:
The person that makes you Laugh
The person that makes you Happy
The person that makes you Confident
The person that makes you a Pretty Mess
The person that makes you *Think about them non-stop
The person that makes you **Want to be with them

To be a poet, you have to experience:
Love
Pain
Sadness
Happiness
Joy
Anxiousness
Almost every emotion, to be able to feel
them in your poems,
you need to reach into your soul, and create things from your heart
to be a poet