A lizard crawling,
to the depths of the roadblock.
Grant all thy wishes.

The freezing wind blows,
to thy heart like a flower.
Beauty within.

You are one of my favorite
and everybody knows it
you have that incredible wink
that even the biggest ship will sink
and with those amazing smile
you can even stop the time
for you are one unique human creature
with a beauty that surpasses the nature
for you have no limitation
and all the other generation
because your are one of them
and you are the brighter than gems

In a room full of doves,
A wardrobe full of memories.
A box and A book
letters of the past.

Love was found in the rain,
there shines a rainbow.
River that smiles,
A kingdom full of fireflies
and a necklace of fate.

"When he opened the window
that morning,
the romantic breeze
signaled autumn coming.
He'll put that wind in the letter
and send it to her."

"When the sun shines on the sea,
He thinks of she.
When the dim moonlight
is on the spring,
He thinks of she."

Romantic Breeze,
it was a classic.
T'was fate that bound them together.
A love that's endless,
will forever be told.

Give me some time to write.
To give thee the best poem. I might.
Thy face keeps popping on my mind.
Seeing you, I feel so light.
You are the reason why I write.

He who does not speak his mind
He who does not utter words
He who stays with his fear
He whose Dreams won't come to reality

He who does not envy
He whose not insecure
He who loves her unconditionally
She who does not know

Again and again
He loves she
Endlessly.

Thou a friend, a classmate. one true blessing.
Books, pen and bags as well are gifts from them.
I for thee can't give a gift of a thing,
for only I can write poems with my pen

Fingertips are pointing the upper right
to choose a present for thee, there remain.
For thy sentiments are bound to delight,
thou friendship will forever be the same.

And many more blessings will come to thee,
and enjoy thy day, be full of laughter
be merry, be cheery. always be free
for I give this gift to the last hour.

And so long as my poem be sent to thee.
Cherish this, for this is my gift to thee