I want to know your
Darkest moments
Happiest memories
Most favorite food
And color and season.
They may seem insignificant.
But I promise they're not.
I want to know your
Most buried secret
Wildest daydreams
Who you think about before you fall asleep
And what you want in life.
My interest in these things
About you
Isn't exactly for my gain.
The reason I want to know your
Fears, dreams, childhood, and desires,
Is because
I want to tell you mine.

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There are many those songs Untitled
Who becomes sometimes worthless
May at any other time valuable
Even could be priceless
Anytime anywhere

You Sang many more songs
Tried To twist my mind
Then I never mingled the
Seemed meaningless
Because I was then,
A Bright Student of Economics

I Thought the money,
It took to buy a book of poetry,
Even was a price to listen a music
You told me that you love me
I thought that has a big price,
Even would be too expensive
But not to be out of my capacity

25 years later,
Today I think
It was the price of everything,
Cause you were
What, too

But Now You are not exist
The price of love grows priceless
However, why did you think
In terms of the size of the economy
Had not all

Why did I not understand
The depth of Economics of Love
Cause,
I didn't understand that Love Song,
Didn't understand that Love Poetry

So that Today,
I'm trying to count  
The Price of Priceless Love,
Alone, In Such a  Low Valentine day
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen

You love the roses - so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!

Five nights ago,
at 10:31PM,
I whispered I loved you,
and you stumbled up
your porch steps,
grabbing the air,
laughing and saying,
"I love you, too."

Four nights ago,
I held your hand
as we
strolled through the park.
I ignored the rugged scuff
of your boots,
and you ignored
the pounding beat
of my heart.

Three nights ago,
you told me
to go home early.
Our movie
wasn't finished,
but you were.

Two nights ago,
I saw you
walking through the neighbourhood,
a beautiful girl
by your side.

Last night,
the air was still.

And tonight,
I don't think you'd care
if I didn't text back.

kiss me now that I'm older

A map of love:

I take metro link to work everyday
To witness the short journey of the white death
You could see it on their faces , the look of the dark
  mask of Magnanimity, the uneven tones,

The beeping sounds of the feeding tubes,
attachments so faulty, so unethical which
does more harm than good
Where doctors in Denim jeans and white labs coats, says
“There is nothing else we can do"

When I visualize for the joy:  its triggers happier moments
My family outings, the smiles, the laughter and the togetherness
And most of all my Vegas slots game machines
Whatever, it takes for me to make it through the days.
These memories I will always cherish them

I truly missed my younger days,
I want my daughters to experience the joy of life
Before settling for this kind of modern map of love,
at one point in your life you were the life of the party.
Death is the end of all men




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