The moon shifts shades, yet beauty does not fade,
Even in crimson, your glow cannot be swayed.
A ruby lantern hung in the silent skies,
Grace outshines color, no mask, no disguise.
Why did the heavens weave you with such art?
To stir the soul, to enthrall every heart.
O moon, your beauty is eternity’s spark

I hope I find someone soon,
Someone I could love with all my heart’s tune,
With whom I’d share my thoughts of the universe,
In quiet talks, both simple and diverse,
Books and stars weaving our minds as one,
Eyes I could drown in, like dusk meets the sun,
A love that feels endless, tender, and true.

What a privilege to see her smile everyday

Teach the poor to wait for heaven,
so the rich can own the Earth.

My mind is a captive, bound to her gaze,
Even hours stretch to more than days.
Her eyes—twin flames I endlessly chase,
A hunger that time cannot erase,
I breathe, yet only her vision I crave.

The look of love is no mere glance,
but a silent warmth that wraps the soul,
hands hugging the body without ever touching.