Stupidity is what some naive souls like mine are made of....
We keep Waiting for a nice sincere  gesture...
Or a smile...
That will never come...
Why I keep hoping you will do something nice for me..
Is a mystery...
Today you crossed a border...
The border of lies...
For I know you lied to me...
That is where my stupidity ends...
But sadly for me, not my love for you...
I wish I could stop loving you...

This is a poem written with tears...
I am crying as I was a coward...
And I lost your love as a result...
But I am also crying because it has been two years...
And I can't forget you...
But most of all...
I cry because I know you are not happy...
And I feel powerless to help...
I hope you find true love...
Because you deserve nothing less...
Yours forever...
The tears poet...

I have no friends...
I have no enemies...
For I walk in the path of solitude...
I am myself perpahs the only friend I have...
And I am my worst enemy...
I don't know anymore if I chose this path myself...
Or if life sent me on it...
It does not matter, really...
Life is to be lived...
Regardless on which path you walk on...
And whether you laugh or cry...
Although I already forgot how laughter sounds...
I just hope someone will read these lines...
It will give my soul some much needed companionship...

"What is a poem"

Poems are just whispers in the wind if there is no one to listen to them...
A poem without a reader is like a night without stars...
Like a full moon when no one is looking at her...
A poem is like a galaxy to be discovered...
by a reader who will treasure it in their heart...

"What is poetry"

...poetry comes from the soul
the soul knows no boundaries...
it transcends time and space...
light and darkness...
poetry only exists in the eyes of the reader...
or the senses or the listener...
and the heart of the writer....

If I could build  a time machine...
I  would jump back 20 years and look for your eyes...
I know I would recognize those eyes in any dimension...
Those eyes are timeless...
Deep and eternal...
If I had met you 20 years ago...
I would have asked right away if you wanted to start a life with me...
I can't say what you would have answered...
But I would have asked anyways...
If I had met you 20 years ago...
I would be perhaps calling you my love today...
Instead, today I just call you by your name...
But it does not matter...
I was still blessed to meet you...
The memory  of your beautiful eyes and the candor of your smile will keep me happy and company for as long as I live...
Even if life takes us on different paths...
I pray for your happiness...
And I am sure you will find it...
For you deserve it...

Someday you may not  be around to listen to my poems or read them...
I will still write them...and will read them by moonlight..
Hoping you are looking at the moon wherever you are...
So perhaps the moonlight and the wind will get the poems to you...
So if the wind embraces you on a moon lit night...
And all the birds stop singing...
The stars stop blinking for a moment...
The clouds stop moving...
And The whole landscape is  dominated by the wind noise...
Then perhaps a poem will be reaching you...
Friendship has no boundaries...
Like my admiration, respect  and happiness wishes for you...

And you finally succeeded...
You got me out of your life...
Just to think that a while ago...
A day wouldn't be a day if I didn't see you...
Nowadays a day is not a day if I see you...
That is how much things have changed...
I used to say I wanted to get lost in your eyes...
Now I want to get lost from your eyes...
I have to say congrats to both of us...
You got your way...
And I got my sanity and freedom back...