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The flowers are now withered and dry...
The petals lost their colors...
Perhaps the vase will soon be empty...
And no more flowers will use the vase...
At least not my flowers...
My feelings for you died...
Like the flowers on that vase...
And now my heart feels like the vase...
Dry...and empty...
I tried all I could to make you happy...
But I gave up....
I don't know if I will find another flower to fill it...
Maybe I will not try...
I just found it hurts...
So for now let's both the vase and my heart remain empty...
You just left..
I can feel sweetness in the air...
I have my hands open...
Just trying to catch some of that sweetness...
I come empty handed...
No matter how hard I try...
Then only I realize that sweetness flooded my heart...
And my soul...
And that is a good thing...
Because I can carry your sweet memory wherever I go...
You really sweeten my days...
It was a chilly Evening..
The land cold and white...
Full of snow...
The presence of two beautiful sparks brought light and happiness to my day...
For I saw your beautiful eyes...
Your eyes make any gloomy day a happy day..
And any sunny day a complete festival....
I have no pages...
I have no cover...
But  you can read my soul by looking at my eyes...
And listening to my words...
For I am a poet...
Poets are an open book to read...
For anyone who likes romanticism...
Passion...
Sonnets and verses...
If you ever  look at someone eyes...
And you feel  the need for nice words...
That person is a poet...
Smile and listen to the wind...
You will get the message...
It is snowing again...
Once the snowfall ended...
You went out to shovel the snow...
And then it started snowing again...
And I think I know why...
The word spread about your beautiful eyes...
So it is only natural snowflakes kept coming...
For any snowflake would love to be melted at the sight of those eyes...
Such is their warm...
I wish I was a snowflake...
Maybe I am one...
I always melt when you are near...
Oasis is wherever your smile is...
Paradise is looking at your eyes...
Heaven is hearing your voice...
Happiness is dreaming of holding your hand...
Life is enjoying your company...
Hope is waiting to see you again...
If I could...
I would build you a house where the walls were made out of roses...
For you deserve to be surrounded by peace, beauty and harmony...
But even if the walls were made out of hundred of fresh roses...
You would be by far the most pure and beautiful of them all...
For you are a true rose...
Your kindness is second to none...
And the sweetness of your eyes can not be found anywhere else...
Now that I think of it...
Being close to you feels like being around 1000 roses...
Such is your beauty and kindness...
And looking in to your eyes feels like watching paradise...
For your eyes have the power to transport me to wonderland...
I just don't like you...
I adore you...
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