I saw a rose last night...
Went to sleep thinking of it...
Dreamed of the rose...
And woke up missing her...

To the woman who resembles a rose petal ...
You have my heart...

Sakura is the Japanese word for cherry blossom...
Sakura time is a magical period...
It does represent renewal and optimism...
It signals the ending of winter and beginning of spring...
The cherry trees become pink and beautiful...
I can probably say every time I see you is Sakura's time...
For your eyes bring peace, happiness and optimism to my days...
Your eyes are magical...
They are an eternal spring...

I never thought roses could have a name...
I still don't know if all of them do...
But something happened yesterday...
I was walking by a rosebush...
There was no wind whatsoever...
I looked at the roses...
And whispered your name...
For roses remind me of you...
And as soon as I said it...
All petals moved...
As if they were dancing to the wind...
I can only assume rose and  your name mean the same thing...
For all petals looked cheerful...
Next time you see a rose...
Just whisper your own name...
The petals will move...
For the sweetness of your eyes and your voice will cheer them up...
I just don't like you...
I adore you...

I wrote this poem with a tear in my eyes...
One of sadness, because today you left us...
And another one of joy...
Because we spent unforgettable moments when we were young...
And each memory of our youth brings me a smile...
I was very privileged to meet you...
You had a powerful will to live and fought disease until the last moment...
You were a true example...
I don't know what else to say, I have no words now and the tear which I had when I began to write became now an unstoppable cry...
I won't see you anymore... Not in this world...
But we will be friends for an eternity...
I can't say goodbye to you...
Just see you later...
Because at some point in eternity we will meet again...
And we'll talk again about all the things we talked about when we were 15 years old...
Your friend forever...

It's not snowing anymore...
The snow fall is over...
I am out for a stroll in the park...
I like to see the land covered by a fresh blanket of snow...
It looks peaceful, beautiful and pure...
So much that it reminds of you...
For you, your soul and your eyes are a true expression of beauty and innocence...
It is a bit windy now...
And the wind seems to be whispering your name...
I can clearly hear it...
Or it is my heart that is whispering?
It does not matter...
The truth is I remember your name...
And all of you...
Wherever I go...
If it is not the wind...
It is the river...
If not the river...
The leaves on the trees...
Any whisper just brings to my ears the most beautiful sound there is...
Your name...

I am walking outside on a clear, chilly night...
Your eyes and your smile are all I can think of...
The stars seem to be thinking of you also...
For their light tonight is brighter and warmer than normal...
And as soon as I whisper your name...
They blink merrily and happily...
They like the sound of your name...
So do I...
It is a sweet melody to my ears...
The stars and I will make a toast...
A toast to your eyes, your smile and your kindness...
I don't have a glass of wine...
But it does not matter...
I will toast with my heart...
Cheers beautiful...

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...