Philosophy is the cry
  for truth that is never nigh

A cut on these fingers
Running down these hands
I waited eagerly for u
Was it to happen
Should I tread passages
Hoping to see u again
I waited eagerly for u
Sleeping gently by the silhouette
I waited for u
Page after page
You filled up
I waited, love, I waited
Till I withered
In a stop of the ink
Never to continue.
Slowly I sunk
Titanically,
I waited in poetry's arms

If u believe
Youll see me
Knocking...
On your heart
With poetry's kiss
Just whispering
  "Merry Xmas"

Lovely bird
Flying from poetry's
Beautiful pages
Tell love
I miss her.

Promises  uttered from loves lips        Are they reality
                Or
  Deceit in disguise?