#anwer
This is a new year,
And I have decided in it
To melt in your love
Like a delicate rose.
Dec 28, 2025
Dec 28, 2025 at 12:59 PM UTC
Just listen closely
So, the moonlight may sparkle in your eyes
Silence may fade from your lips
And joy may shine in your nights
Just listen closely
So, you may capture moments of laughter
Sparkle with the flowers
And see the magic of shy eyes
Just listen closely
To feel the whispers of the evening
Live the tales of travelers
And hear the heartbeats of lovers
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 3:10 AM UTC
The trees,
The flowers
Are feelings
The waterfalls
The rivers
Are feelings
The snow,
The water
Are feelings
The sand,
The rocks
Are feelings.
But
Our walls are perfect
They block any love
They block any warmth.
Our walls are great at killing our days.
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 7:38 AM UTC
Now,
All I see are our dry leaves.
Now,
Know that we are in a time of thirst,
And your heart is faint as an illusion.
Now,
Hope hides like a wakefulness in the darkness.
My heart is a city of sadness.
Now,
Our birds are colorless,
And the flowers of love are just stories of tears.
Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 5:22 PM UTC
As you know,
love is an unexplained beautiful thing,
but we know it very well.
It is a postponed happiness,
its slender fingers draw
colored butterflies on our cheeks,
and its broken hearts
sings songs of absence
Love isn't easy.
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 12:55 PM UTC
When the war stories end,
you will find me in its smoky corners, trembling violently.
Look at my water, it is *****
and look at my future, it is empty.
I am the son of war.
My memory has been kneaded with its deadly dances.
Then I emerged from the rubble,
an echo of smoke and blood.
*
Because I am a son of war,
I have a wild passion to smash all the morning flowers,
to drink all the milk of Australian cows,
to destroy all the trees of the cedar forest.
For here, in my chest, a hateful flame with a destructive voice.
It shatters all the beautiful mirrors
Here, in my chest, is a wild passion to **** the dreams of the moon.
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 4:30 AM UTC
Let me dream a little, for I am a man who hasn't known dreams for a long time. I don't know how to read words of love. Let me live a moment of illusion that will steal me away from this gray world, for this heart is a river of long absence.
You are the most beautiful thing that has happened in my life, and your love is the most beautiful page of my days. How can you possess me to this extent? And how can your blue eyes shine with such great joy?
My love for you is something I cannot describe, my feelings for you are something indescribable, and your smile is something indescribable. So let me dream a little before my happiness with you fades.
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 12:26 PM UTC
How does it happen? I am a brown-skinned peasant from the South who fell in love with a blue-eyed writer, who might once have been from the North.
She is a distinguished, beloved writer who feels the pain of the people and seeks to lift injustice from their shoulders. She writes about politics, which I know nothing about. It is said that politicians have theories and ideas, while I sit among the bean fields, hearing nothing but the chirping of birds and seeing nothing but the flow of the river.
She is the shortcut to beauty, creativity, pure thought, and profound wisdom, while I am that simple peasant who knows nothing about love or the Detian Falls.
How can she penetrate my loneliness? I am a peasant wandering alone among the fields. I had no idea that someone who falls in love with a writer becomes someone who loves reading and poetry.
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 5:48 PM UTC
Suddenly, you are in front of me
In all your glory.
I speak to you gently
And look at you tenderly
Because you are something precious.
You are the whisper of the moon
And the truth I miss.
فجأة
فجأةً، أنت أمامي
بكل مجدك.
فاحدثك بحنان
وانظر اليك بكل رقة
لأنك شيء ثمين
أنت همسة القمر
والحقيقة التي أفتقدها.
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 3:12 PM UTC
I love the moon because its smile is as bright as your soul. It whispers in the ear of my dreams, telling me a long, never-ending story about you. And I don't want it to end.
In those distant, yet precious moments, the moon touches me gently and tenderly, showing me your face. It is adept at describing your eyes, your lips, your cheeks, and your warmth. O strange moon, how does it know you are this warm and tender?
It sits me on your shore in that warm world. It holds the water in its hands, coloring me with it like a morning butterfly, and wets me like a kitten. How happy I am with you.
One day, it whispered in my ear, "I will bring you her smile and her warm spirit." Then, there you were, in all your splendor and light. I embraced you tenderly because you are something precious and valuable.
You are the moon's whisper, the truth I miss.
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 3:00 PM UTC
I am grateful that you are here, that you fill my life with bright and elegant colors.
I am grateful to you because you are different and wonderful.
I am truly grateful, and I have nothing but to thank you for this abundance, this contentment, and this imagination, all from you.
I am grateful, and I will always be grateful, that with your presence you revived a spirit in me that had been absent for years.
I am grateful that, because of you, I began to remember my smile, my passion, my voice, my journey, the birds and the rose; things I had forgotten before you.
I must tell you that I am grateful to you because your love is a wonderful thing that has happened in my life.
I am truly grateful to you because the happiness I feel with you has never happened and will never happen again.
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 1:44 PM UTC
Whenever I see anything from you, my heart blossoms and soars without return. I must tell you that I need you to feel myself. Yes, I need you desperately and without delay.
Come a little closer so that the flowers may bloom. I feel nothing without your nectar, and I am nothing at all without your presence. I only feel happy when I see your blue eyes.
Come closer, so that your light may fill my weary soul and my poor heart. When I see you, I feel my pulse and the beats of my heart, all thanks to you alone.
After a long darkness, I feel my soul that was absent and find my lost happiness. I feel the light of your eyes penetrating me deeply.
Aug 28, 2025
Aug 28, 2025 at 1:29 PM UTC
Come closer to me, sit here, under this tree, here is a bird singing and a pink flower that never lies. Come, reach out and shake my hand. Come closer to me, and remove all the leaves of distance and gray veils. Come, let's sing of love, and write a poem on this beautiful night. Our hearts are warm and full of dreams. Come and sit; don't stay standing, for my eyes are tired from tears and my heart is tired of waiting. Come, warm yourself with tales of love, for our souls are pure rivers that never know cold. Come closer to me, let's write a new story.
Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 3:54 PM UTC
Every day, I silently love you, I silently want you, I silently wait for you, I silently miss you, and I silently dream of you. This is how I live this silent love with great passion and great pain.
Every day, I joyfully write you touching and profound words, even if I don't know if you're reading. This is how I live moments of happiness with you, knowing that you know nothing about my silent love.
As always, every day I need you, I need your presence, I need your sight, I need your writings, I need your shadow. Every day, I need to tell you clearly that you are so precious and that you have taken up residence in my heart with all its strength, and this is what makes me happy with my silent love that I will not tell you.
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 1:46 PM UTC
As usual, every day, I search for you among my papers; I search for your name. You have no idea how my face lights up and a smile spreads across my lips just by seeing your name among the names that have passed by here.
As usual, every day I wait for you impatiently, as if I've lost something. I await your special presence, your special shadow, and your special letters. Perhaps I would like to tell you how happy I am that you came just to say hello.
Every day I write to you, I feel that you are close to me, listening to me, so I express to you what is inside me with a strange clarity that has never happened before. You are the only person I feel safe with, the only person I trust among all people.
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 1:35 PM UTC
I am thirsty for you, and all I have in my hand is a flower and longing. I am so thirsty for your blue eyes, and for your unforgettable radiance. How did all this happen without me knowing? You are rooted inside me and penetrate deep into my soul like a precious and unique treasure. Perhaps you do not know that I live on your memory, I search for your name and your smile. Perhaps you do not know that I kiss the letters of your name passionately, and hug your pink picture passionately, hoping to be quenched, because I am always thirsty for something from you. Perhaps one day you will think of passing by here, just to say hello, just to see your blue eyes, it will be enough for me and quench my thirst.
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 10:22 PM UTC
Isn't it beautiful to live to witness my heart filled with love? Love is something pure and wonderful, like your blue eyes. I only knew it through your smile. You who taught me love. Don't you see that I become more beautiful when I talk to you about love that transcends everything? Don't you feel that my moments smile when I talk to you about love and that a part of me remains bright? Here I am, waiting for the rain; do you see this flower, it's my heart? And do you see this cloud? It's your smile. Yes, I know you are inside me, and I also know that you are a magic that never leaves me. Here I am, talking to you about love to shake hands with the depths. Yes, when I talk to you about love, your spirit embraces me, and when I talk to you about love, I kiss you in secret.
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 10:21 PM UTC
Let's paint on the face of time a captivating picture in which the streets, places, and times laugh.
Let's be immersed in love. Let's fly without wings, for love is a vast world.
Have you seen love? How do you prevent a passionate heart from being fulfilled? How do you imagine you could restrain a heart melting with longing? It's incredible, even the trees we passed, and that bird, yes, and the light in your eyes that I remember so well and also, the screams, yes, how beautiful they are, it's amazing.
But how can you not feel, or see all this passion? And how can you not fall in love? Why are you so silent? Why don't you tell me I'm in love status ?
Aug 21, 2025
Aug 21, 2025 at 11:12 AM UTC
When my eyes see your radiant face, thoughts dance within me like warm shadows. The noise of your presence is what pierces my silence. Perhaps you would like to see my soul leap for joy across the meadows. Perhaps you don't know how the light of your eyes revives cities deep within me. Perhaps you don't know that you are the light that awakens every sleeping part of my feelings. Perhaps you don't know that.
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 4:19 PM UTC
I am a raindrop, and you know that rain is a love story that falls silently to refresh the depths.
Yes, I am just a raindrop that fell on your window in the morning with all love and longing.
I remember how wishes looked at you, and how the wings of the wind carried my silent kisses. But when the longing overflowed inside me, I fell on your window as a raindrop.
Yes, when my longing for you overflowed, I became a raindrop.
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 2:16 PM UTC
Your eyes are the color of the morning, and when they knock on the doors of my dreams, my longing shines as if I were a forgotten story that returned to your embrace before sunrise. I still walk to you happily, and your voice is a golden river whose pure air I inhale, telling me captivating stories. I see the green light of your eyes sparkling, where everything sings. Yes, in front your green eyes, everything sings. How happy I am with you and those unforgettable, colorful and soft moments. How happy I am with your pearly face and the smile of your calm shadow that captivates me every morning.
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 11:45 AM UTC
I will call you silently, speak to you silently, and whisper to you silently, for your presence and your shadow are enough for me. When you pass through my mind, flowers bloom, the sun takes on a different face, and the morning takes on a different color. When you come in my dreams, candles are lit, nights are illuminated, my heart beats fast like a gazelle.
Yes, I will love you silently and miss you silently, for you are a beautiful, elegant, and distant being like a chandelier.
I will not let you feel me. You will not feel my voice, my words, my fingers, or my touch when I touch your nice face in dreams with all my love. You will not feel my longing and you will not feel my eagerness. I promise you, from now on, you will feel nothing but that I love you silently, for you are something so precious, delicate, and so distant.
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 11:23 AM UTC
YOU AND I
You and I are a vineyard of grapes and endless joy. We travel in our small boat, never to return, as if we were a tale of green lapis lazuli, resembling your eyes. We travel on a carpet of wind, never to return, roaming the galaxy like spring butterflies that never know sleep. There, time is sweet like grapes. There, bright songs are released every morning. Then, we fly, yes, we fly and stretch our hands to the clouds amidst smiles. What great joy! You and I, an endlessly colorful night and endless satisfaction. Your green eyes and I, a joy that never fades. What happiness.
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 7:22 AM UTC
I WANT TO WRITE TO YOU
This is how I want to rest a little, to get away from everything and everyone. I feel like I want to rest a little, and write only to you. Your beautiful presence is enough for me.
In the midst of my silence and this vast space, I find myself knowing nothing, wanting nothing, or searching for anything other than you.
I feel like I need to write to you. I will spend long hours writing to you, long days writing to you, and long years writing to you. This is a covenant and a celebration.
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 11:42 AM UTC
I wonder if you'd allow me to call you "my dear"? To be a star that no other star can approach. And of all the flowers, all the eyes, all the smiles, you alone are my dear.
I wonder if you'd like me to call you "my dear," and to rejoice in your eyes, shining like green lapis lazuli, illuminating the sky like a flock of birds and dreaming butterflies.
I wonder if you'd be happy for me to call you "my dear," to chant your name by all the names, and to live in your light after a long, strange darkness.
Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 7:00 PM UTC