Unfortunately your heart has been touched,
Now it wants more

It's your journey,
And a single ticket is all you've got,
You were kind enough to let me in on your travels,
Thank you,
I've learned but an ocean full of secrets,
And I could go on forever,
Around the world and back,
With you
But a single ticket is all you've got,
So for my borrowed and stolen time,
Thank you,
And safe travels, my love

No one has the same skin as you,
That rough yet soft texture,
The way the veins in your hands would surface,
When you held something gentle,
Or when you exerted force,

No one has the same touch as you,
When you shake hands,
Or when you touch a pimple and say,
"What's this?"
"You still look pretty as always"

No one has the same eyes,
That lit up when you laughed hard,
But always carried a weight in them,
Like the surface of the sea,
Hue-lit, but hiding a world beneath

No one has the same fat nose,
That gets fatter when you're angry,
And makes me want to pinch it
And then go for those boney cheeks

No one has the same smile,
That speaks many languages,
That comforts me, loves me,
Makes me weak in my knees,
Touches me, hurts me, trusts me,
And eventually... breaks me

I'm glad I met you,
As brief as our walks in each other's lives may have been,
I'm glad,
For at least my belief in goodness now has a face

Your experience justifies your disbelief in miracles;
Your existence justifies my belief in them.

The art of the written word is everything.
Each letter is a tune,
A dance of the pen on paper,
The ink, the mark of a masterpiece.
Your brain connects to the pen
And they become one thing.
Thoughts are words not yet written,
Written words are those not yet spoken,
And whomever can harness both,
Is an artist

Of course it was something strong,
The way we used to look at each-other
And laugh at the same time,
Kiss each-other
Slowly, furiously, hungry and angry...
The way i used to lay on his back,
The way he used to hold my hand,
And we keep laughing and laughing
Crying sometimes,
Crying most of the time
And we hug each-other
He dries my tears
I kiss his lips
And we laugh, sing, dance and dream
He gets jealous,
I get mad,
He goes crazy, I go crazy
He holds my hand,
Puts a ring in it
We laugh again
We cry again
It sure wasn't something in vain
The way he used to kiss my lips
the way i used to take off his shirt
And we make love to each-other
Slowly, furiously, hungry and angry...
The way he used to take my pictures
The way i used to love his pictures
The way we imagined the future
Us,
Together,
For good and bad
Us,
Forever..

Of course it was something strong,
Our promises, our happiness
Our memories,
Our songs, dances and dreams
Our games
Our love..
The way we stared at the stars
The way we contemplated the moon
The way he laughed at my jokes
The way we danced in the dark
And we grab each-other
Slowly, furiously, hungry and angry..

And he's gone
And I'm here
Alone...
He disappears
But not from my dreams
And life isn't the same without him
My hands are cold
My lips are cold
I cry again
I cry a lot
And all the sad songs were about him
And all the tragic stories were about me
And all it was left for me
Is wishing,
One day he comes back to me..

Of course it was something strong
The way i couldn't finish this poem
The way all the words in the world aren't enough
To express my feelings
Or to tell our story...

It was the night of the crimson moon,
Maybe that explains,
The stir in the sea of emotions,
A wave of fear,
Then one of courage,
A wave of love,
Then one of indifference,
Crashing on the shore of the heart,
Logic threw boulders,
To avoid another crash,
But the waves, stronger,
Strengthened by the moon,
Overcame,
Submerged