To say I adore you...
Would be an understatement...
To say I love you...
Would be to put it mildly...
To say you love me...
It would be a lie...
And to say I will someday forget you...
An even bigger lie...
I'll stop lying to myself...
I will never forget you...
I will never stop loving you...
What is the point of lying to myself?...
I will never be able to love another woman...
And that is the truth...

There was a time where I would wake up thinking of you...
Counting the seconds until I would see you again...
I would breath thinking of you..
And would close my eyes at night hoping to dream of you...
I would melt just seeing your eyes...
And got transported to wonderland every time you kissed me...
That is how much I loved you...
I now still wake up thinking of you...
Not because I love you anymore...
But because I want you to be happy...
And because I want to wish you a good day...
Wherever you are...
Only time will tell if I ever fall in love again...
And I honestly can't tell if you ever loved me...
But thanks to you I learned how to love...
And for that I want to say thank you...

The candle is lit...
And my eyes are closed...
The room is almost silent...
For the music is not playing anymore...
And the only noise is the candle chirping...
My mind is in a state of relaxation and emptiness...
As blank and empty as the paper where I want to write a poem...
My hand is holding a pen, which was given to me as a gift...
As if waiting for ideas...
But nothing comes to mind...
The pen must be really eager to let its ink spread on that paper...
For its now moving by itself...
In a rhythmical way...
As if following a symphony from the sky...
My hand only role is to just follow the pen...
This time is not the hand that commands the pen...
It is the pen that commands the hand...
I am in awe...
And don't venture to open my eyes yet...
Until the hand and the pen stop moving...
I need a few seconds...
For the curiosity and excitement are getting the best of me...
And I want to savor the moment...
I finally opened my eyes...
To see these words plastered on the paper...

"I am a magical pen...
I come from a magical and mystical land...
Where poetry is heard when it rains...
And where sonnets flow through the night...
I can create poetry...
All you have to do is hold me over a piece of paper...
And I will do the rest...
My ink will never dry...
The same way the verses on your heart and soul will never end"...

I can't think of a better gift that this magical pen...
I'm starting to believe the woman who gifted me the pen is also magical...
And perhaps comes from the same land as the pen...

I can't think of a different definition of parenthood...
Than raising our kids with love and care...
While making every effort for them to have a better life and upbringing from the one we had...
Not an easy enterprise...
And it is easier said than done...
But this is what real, caring parents do...
And this is a torch that if passed from generation to generation...
Will make every generation happier than the one before...
Not all parents think like this...
So this is a message for all parents...
The ones who follow this line of thinking...
And those one who don't...
Maybe these lines are not a poem...
And perhaps parenthood is not poetry either...
But having the satisfaction of knowing your kids turned out well in life...
Because you gave your life and efforts to raise them...
Is perhaps the most beautiful poem that it can exist...

I just realized you only need one to fall in love...
It would have been a dream if the two of us were in love with each other...
But I don't think you ever loved me...
I don't have any regrets...
I did what my heart wanted...
Love you like no man has ever loved a woman...
And being madly in love means not expecting anything in return...
We were not meant to be together...
But I love you so much that I can honestly say...
My happiness will consist of seeing your eyes...
Hearing your laughter...
And melting at the sight of your smile...
Even if I  one day I see you holding another man's hand...
Even if I see you once more in my life...
That's all I need...
Good bye my eternal love...
It is windy outside...
Really windy...
That is a blessing...
As the wind will dry my tears...

In the past I would go to bed hoping I would dream of you...
Now I close my eyes hoping I would have forgotten you in the morning...
Who I am kidding?...
I love you like you can't imagine...
Like no man has ever loved a woman...
But I need to stop this torture...
You need just one to fall in love...
And two to be happy...
I am the one...
Who fell in love...
And who is now suffering...
One of my dreams is to get over you...
The other one is to see you happy...
For I love you too much and I want happiness in your eyes...
Quite the paradox...
Isn't it?...
Maybe...
The truth is...
Never try to explain love...
You'll fail at it...
Just love...
No matter what...

Evenings are the bridge that connects day and night...
They are the magical path from blue skies to a dark night...
The stars and the moon could not join the night if it wasn't for the evening bridge...
They've been crossing that bridge since the dawn of time...
And they don't get tired of it...
Neither do I of waiting for the evenings...
For words just flow when the evening comes...
It is like poetry and nice feelings are  born in the evenings...
I am glad that bridge exists...
So moon and stars can join the night when evening is over...