I would have
Her memories rather,
For all I gave
Was only a bother.

Dreams are sweet,
Adorned with my hope.
My heart keeps its beat,
With love that cannot cope.

I love eyes.
They are very strong,
And don’t tell lies.
They have this secret song
That keeps them glimmering all day long.
Even when I may fall apart,
They still shine bright, as if waiting for a brand-new start.

Ever lonely in this universe, I think—
Think, think, think—
What am I? What is there to life’s embrace?
A question always unanswered to my nameless face.

Ever inquisitive in this universe, I am lost—
Lost, lost, lost—
What is the purpose of my existence confined?
A soul tethered, a rationale undefined.

Day by day,
I forget more and more,
Memories I adore,
Leads me astray.

A sunset or the moon,
a momentary reunion,
meant to be soon;
though destined to separation,
they wait fervently for another chance,
of the sundry,
eternally to dance.

I met her in a world within reach, yet so unknown,
A conflation anew, yet so known.

Reaching the moon's underneath, the moonshine waited for its star,
In a moment's reach, there the star rose, from afar.

"You are here, my shine,"
"For so long now, for you, I pine."
Her voice, a whisper, soft and sweet,
Caressing the moment as they both meet.

In that dream, beneath the starlit skies,
I swore my all through tearful eyes.
"I'll take you despite what you choose to be,
No matter what, you'll always have this heart of me."

Her eyes shone, just like her heart,
"I'll wait for you," a single tear from her eyes would depart.
My heart responded before I could,
"No one else will come; only you should."

Now I wander, lost in thoughts deep,
Is this love, or a vow I keep?
Is it a promise that haunts my mind,
Or longings with which my heart I bind?

Each soul I gaze, I strain to find,
Her whose shadow lingers in my mind.
Her heart I love, or so I dare say,
Yet doubt stays—it won't go away.

In an era where beauty blinds the eye,
I seek her still— I could never deny.
Is this love, or just another lie?
The answer, I long to descry.

I chase the echo, the unlit star, a sweet dream to be,
I believe, will never come to me.
In my heart, where emotions roam askew,
I ache for the her I never knew.

Till time, it lasts.
Sculpting, sculpting, don't do it fast.
Infernal fire burning sins,
May it happen, where all but one begins.

For nights, endlessly I had nurtured, a flower that could never grow—
A seed descent of bloom rotting, falling slow.
It wasn't the fault of the water or the air—so they say;
The fault lay with the gardener, who trusted the wrong seed that day.

Since the first day, you carved your place,
an ineffaceable mark, a gentle trace.
In my heart, you became someone,
not a dream, but a love outdone.

You became someone--my guiding light,
through darkest hours, through endless night.
Not perfect, no, but human true—
the you I need, forever, you.

Day by day, I searched for your face,
in others, in moments, in every place.
Your words spun like whispers in the air, anew,
“You’ll find me,” you said, “I’ll wait for you.”

Two paths diverged at a juncture,
Should I chase you, or wait for you?
Shadows of something cloud my mind, a future,
where we are together as one, as in two.

Five signs I’ve seen, too clear to ignore.
A month gone by, yet I feel you more.
I stand at the crossroads, scared, and lost.
If I betray them, I betray my lore,
but if I betray you, I betray my cost.

The world has nothing, my heart bleeds,
for the you I need, the love it feeds.
So, come to me, death, my dearest life,
the you I need to end this lasting strife.

Gazing into your caring eyes,
Time sure flies, an evanescent prize.
An aura born of selfless care,
yet in your heart lie limits, there.

In silence, at misery you smile,
rising only, when worthwhile.
I see the strength and grace you display,
making troubles seem child's play.

Two trees, growing side by side,
Surviving through time's tide.
Though deep within, a traitor lies,
you remain true to yourself, no matter the disguise.

A saint of lighting, thriving in the dark,
A ray of knowledge, a guiding spark.

Like dandelions in the air,
You rise toward a future fair—
A world none yet can live without,
But all will dream of, there's no doubt.

Always judged, yet now I stand to judge,
not to scale your beauty, nor your grace,
but to appraise your heart, and such.
An angel's guise to ward off evil's face.

In benevolence, with its might, it uglifies,
to shield from harm, to halt the cries.

Avidly burned the longing for beauty's light,
for the devil dons allure to deceive the right.

Tarrying for the sight of arrival
sanguine still, despite deprival.

Ward off the darkness, be my guide,
Be my angel, in you my hopes lied.

Light my world, be my savior.
Be my alchemist; I am in dire.