I’m in a garden surrounded by roses;
There is a special rose which I have named Mary.
A red rose that reminds me of your lips.
Every detail, each petal touching one another.
The texture and softness, the fragrance and natural freshness.
Its illogical but understandable form of developing petals simply amazes me.
Its beauty, its nature, its everything reminds me of you.
My red rose, the reason of my smile, the axis of my universe.

If my eyes could talk
If your smiles could say words
If my pounding heart could stay calm when my eyes see you
If your hands wouldn’t shake when I’m around you
If your emotions and mine would come together
If the last petal in the rose could give me confidence
If the wind is in my favor
If the sea would swim with me  
If my poetry could make you fall in love
You could be my world
My life would be a dream
And I will be that one waiting for reality.