Little by little
every shard of my work
will disappear from this world
and the time will erase
my existence.

I wanted it to be forgotten
But they denied it
Why would it pass away like a shadow?
Why would it be likened to a mist?
A flower to their eyes it is
The scent filling their nostrils
Its not a ghost neither is it a myth
But something tangible and real
Something tattooed onto their hearts
They want the whole world to know about it
They want to shout it from the top of a mountain
Its not a corpse that shld be buried deep down the ground
But something special to them all
Though I wanted it to be forgotten,
They came along with their craziness
And helped me to forget ........
Yes I forgot forgetting the unforgettable event

To her whose heart is my heart's favorite home.
To her from whom I learned love's greatest responsibility; to keep another's heart safe.
To her whose name is etched out every time my pen kisses the paper in a brief love affair.
To her whose heartbeat I dance to better than any other rhythm.
To her whose beauty is like the glory of the setting sun in summer.
To her whose smile is curved in every sunrise.
To her whose laughter is like the plucking of guitar strings.
To her whose voice is hushed in every passing wind.
To her who I always look for in a crowded street.
To her whose heart and my heart are old time friends.
To her who is not only the girl of my dreams but the girl of my every waking moment.
To Miss Sunshine ,happy birthday.

And so now it comes to pass
Eighteen times around the sun
Eighteen winters and eighteen springs
A symbol of hope and wonderful things

The World Is Upon Me