A tire goes round and round for an eternity...
The same way my inspiration goes around your eyes...
For an eternity...
Maybe my poems belong in a tire...
I don't know...
But I can tell you...
The tire of my inspiration will never get tired...
Of writing poetry for you...
And I hope your eyes will never get tired of it...

I saw the moon...
I saw the sea...
I saw the stars...
I saw all the flowers of the world together...
I felt the sun...
I felt the sky
And all I had to do was look at your eyes...

When I met you...
Your eyes looked beautiful...
Warm and inviting...
They are still beautiful...
But now they seem cold and hostile...
So cold...
My heart aches when you look at me...
My soul burns...
It is like your eyes are burning ice...
Just now I realize you despise me...
While silly me...
I still love you...
I will go somewhere else and cry...
If I cry while close to you...
My tears will probably freeze...
That is how cold you are now...

How I wish I was a turtle...
So I could live a slow life...
A life where every second would last an hour...
A life with no stress...
No rush...
Where I could have time to enjoy my thoughts...
And ignore my fears...
A life where I would have time to reach my goals and my dreams...
And be protected by a hard shell...
A shell where I could hide when I want to be on my own...
But Alas...
I am not a turtle...
And time around me flies...
Flies so fast as if it hiding from my past...
And even faster when it tries to reach my future...
Barely leaving time for the present...
I will try to keep up with the fast pace of life...
That's all I can do...
I will also try to think like a turtle...
And take life slowly as peacefully as possible...
That is one of the secrets of happiness....
Also, if life goes slowly...
I will enjoy even more of your company...

Yesterday I noticed your eyes...
Today I said I like you...
Tomorrow I will probably say I love you...
I wish yesterday had happened 20 years ago...
You mean so much to me...
That in 20 years I will probably still see you as the beautiful angel I met...
Yesterday...

I lost your love...
I lost your kisses...
I lost your company...
Nothing makes sense right now...
The world seems black and white...
I get no joy in anything...
For without you there is no world...
There is emptiness...
I am better off living inside myself...

We talked about history earlier today...
And I just realized history does not exist when I talk to you...
Or when I think of you...
Or when I see you...
For time stops...
And my world comes to a standstill...
And I just want to stay there...
Submerged in the melody of your voice...
Or trapped in the sweetness of your eyes...
I fell for you...
The rest...
Well...
The rest is history...