She makes me feel like superman, so why should I fear.
I am on-duty to protect her, love her and care for her
My only kryptonite are her tears.
She says "you're silly", "overprotective" and "nhnhnhnhnh"

I treat her like my Cleopatra, what she says goes
Will I soon fade out like her past affairs.
She worries too much, she shouts at me, oh how she woes
What else to do but listen, I mean I do truly care.

She asks me; "Do I look fat", I didn't hesitate to give my honesty
You're beautiful everyday, I love everything about you.
She calls me a liar, she starves herself to satisfy others constantly
I say to her that I want to lay with you.

What am I. Your friend, your boyfriend  your fiancee or husband
You say I'm crazy and tell me you love me, but am I enough.
We visit twice a month, yet we are both in London.
Am I a person who you met just for a bluff

Fighting the reduction of me
With musical phrasing , window
gazing , trips to the coffee *** ,
relatable poesy , I often envision a friend                                                           ­          with yellow roses and lavender posies for
my monument or in celebration of sudden notoriety ,
who knows* ...

No words can do you justice
But here I am to try,
I think of you every day
I just can’t say goodbye

I miss the way you made me feel
Like nothing really mattered
And every time I think of you
My heart gets re-shattered

But now you breathe with the wind
And your smile fuels the sun
You may have left the world behind
But your time is never done

You shape the clouds for me to see
And I look at them and smile
It does not stop the pain
But it’s better for a while

Her heart is unobtainable
She haunts me in my sleep
My will is not sustainable
There's nothing left to keep

I've seen Her in my better dreams
But, they're too far away
At night, Her livid heart still screams:
'Why can't you let me stay?!'

I feel Her still, aside my brain
She's trying to get in
I'll lose my mind if she'll remain
So, don't let Love begin

I crumble, deep inside this text
My heart's a bitter crutch
When all I know is quickly vexed
I treat my dreams as such...

A glimpse into the mirror
reveals fresh creases crossing
over the corners of my mouth—
lines written in immutable ink;
I try not to linger

crumbling upon a bed
scarcely bearing its title,
strewn with lonely sheets;
I bundle them against my chest
using rougher hands than I had left

I speak of love that comes to mind:
The moon is faithful, although blind;
She moves in thought she cannot speak.
Perfect care has made her bleak.

I never dreamed the sea so deep,
The earth so dark; so long my sleep,
I have become another child.
I wake to see the world go wild.

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands