o to breathe
how it is i love you:
your little quiet which
do not your lips betray
the slightest music.

o and quiet
how it is i love you:
the mute pressing of your body;
without words which
for saying nothing

is louder than all the world to speak.

What if you could stand up and be more than you were made?
What if you could wake up and see the world as it really is?

What if, by the power of your love, you could mend any wound.
What if you realized that you are not merely a product of your environment?

What if you could truly believe that the dark shall not conquer.
What if you could see all of the lives you have touched with your compassion.

What if, one day, we all could do those things.

I have
m
     e
          l
                    t
                            e
                                 d
into the simple
idea of you
falling asleep
next to me
again someday.

There are many such poems composed by you which I admire and love.

I respect you as a gifted human being in my life.

You have a great identity for me and you really rock my life.

Thanks for being the way you've been around for all these days in my mind buddy and for all the quality time spent with each other.

I have found you on the phone and over the Internet anytime I was feeling really lonely.

I can only keep wondering what auspicious moment was it that you were written in my destiny and merely smile to answer it.

I know that you are wondering what makes me blabber such cute stuff about us, but you know that you should also try harder to get what you want from your career.

In the end, I reassure you that I am and I will be around for you forever and ever.