I am not a poet,
Or any wise man of the sort.
I am just a child in love,
Lost within words.

I rather be your eternal shadow than the momentary sunshine.

I love the bird
Not because you loved him
But because he loved you too.

I loved the sky
Not for its colour and hue,
But because across it the bird flew.
Bringing with him your pilgrim soul.

I fell in love with flying,
Not to see a world anew.
But to relive a world you once knew,
and once knew you.

Through them, I could touch again,
every raindrop, every dew,
Every heartbeat, throbbing new
Bursting from this dead heart,
Your leaving killed.

Send your love to exile,
If it is true,
It would be sure to return.

Love that needs reciprocation is merely a tourist,
that goes away when interest fades.
True love is love that grows stronger
Especially in dismay.

I dress my love in the simplest clothes,
lest you mistake my honest intention,
for boasts and pretension.

I confessed to her eyes,
But not her ears and her lips,
Because though the latter are easily deceived,
The former are never blind to the truth.