The sunset melted my heart...
The sunrise melted my spirit...
Cool morning weather wakes up my senses...
And reminds me there will be another sunset...
And another sunrise...
For they are eternal...
But to me...
They are like something new every time I see them...
I get in awe...
As if I had never seen them before...
For now will let the cool morning weather be my company...
No matter where I go...
I'm bound to meet the sunset later today...
And the sunrise tomorrow...

I close my eyes..
And I still see the sunset...
Red and majestic...
As if burning the sky...
I think I have a sunset for a heart...
Or a sunset in my heart...

You fell off the pedestal of my love...
And you fell so hard...
You fell underground...
I am burying your memories...
For good...
I never thought you were a liar...
Or have two faces...
You need to grow up...
And change...
Stop playing games...
You will end up alone if you do...
You are going to fall from the pedestal from the next man that falls in the trap of your arms...
I am gone from your life...
More tired than hurt...
I got tired of looking at that pedestal...

Photos are a way to freeze a moment...
So anyone can see what was going on...
People can even make a video...
But nothing replaces a happy memory...
No matter how many photos you take...
Or how many videos are made...
Nothing replaces a happy memory...
Photos may fade...
Videos may get deleted, or forgotten...
A happy memory will last for an eternity...
Let the camera of your soul treasure all your happy memories...
Those are the photos to keep in the album of your heart...

It is a clear, windy night...
My window is ajar...
The candle is barely lit...
The strong wind is threatening its very existence...
But I can't close the window...
For I want to send my sonnets...
They keep bouncing back...
As if the window was the net of an infinite tennis court...
And my sonnets and verses the ball that carries a message...
I am not giving up...
The stronger the wind, the more verses I write...
A strong wind is no match for the heart of a poet...
My pen will keep defying the elements...
If your eyes are about to close...
And you suddenly hear  the words "good night" whispered in your ear...
It means I was able to defeat the wind...
That was the match point...

What is the point of loving someone...
When you are being completely ignored?...
Why do I keep thinking of you?...
Where did I lose my north?....
Who am I? I don't recognize myself anymore...
Which path do I take now?...
Who are you?? I thought I knew you...
Whom stole my heart??

The wind blows softly by your window this morning...
The sun rays fall on your closed eyes...
The birds chirp and chirp until you finally wake up...
It is nature saying good morning to you...
A new day... a new week...
The whole planet is singing for you...
Happy Monday... happy week...