The Easter poet goes away...
His rabbit costume for a year he will not wear...
If you want to see him before that...
A carrot in your backyard you must hide...
Although if flowers you have...
He may even show up...
For his body nurtures of carrots...
And his soul of flowers for inspiration...
Even if through the window you peek...
A treat poem for you he may leave...

I am Trying to concentrate...
I want to write a poem for you...
But I am distracted by the sweetness  of your eyes...
For your Eyes are as beautiful as the moon...
And radiant as the sun...
Your eyes can light up and warm up any room...
Now you can understand why I am distracted describing your beautiful eyes....
If you close them I will try to write a poem..
Happy Sunday Princess...

And here I am...
On a sunny Friday morning...
Holding on to my  thoughts...
Writing my first poem of the day...
For writing poetry is now part of my identity...
Maybe it has always been...
And I never realized it...
I can not paint...
I can not create sculptures...
But I can create verses and sonnets...
I can paint romance with my words...
I can sculpt  dreams with my poems...
For poetry is as beautiful as any other art...
I admire all types of art...
And enjoy a painting as much as I enjoy a poem..
I will continue to share these words with anyone who wants to read...
I will keep holding on to  dreams and my words forever..

What is a dream?...
One too many philosophers have debated about what dreams are...
What they mean...
Why we dream...
Perhaps they are right on their theories...
For us poets, however...
Dreams are just what makes our life sweeter, even if someday things don't go as we would like them to...
So no matter what goes in your life...
And how rough your day can be...
Just keep dreaming...
One day you will have the most wonderful awakening you could dream of...

Legend says Aladdin rubbed a magic lamp to get the genie out...
My soul must then be an old magic lamp...
For when it  gets rubbed by what my eyes see and my heart feels...
It starts blowing poems and sonnets in the wind...
Like a magic carpet the wind takes my poetry all over the place...
For anyone who likes romanticism, passion and dreams...
The world is magic...
It is there for you to see and enjoy...
I am sure all of us have a genie inside...
Let him or her out...
Enjoy life...
I  love life and see it as a wonderful, magical fantasy that I never want it to end...

How can I not get seduced by the red fiery sky...
It is as if the sunrise was hiding behind the night...
And it decides to flirt with my senses every morning...
it is so inspiring and inviting...
As if it was telling me to seize the day...
And I try to chase it...
but it just goes away...
Giving way to sunlight...
It is like trying to capture water in my hands...
No matter how hard I try...
It just goes away...
Another reason to have hope and wait for the next day...
There will always be a sunrise to chase...
There will always be a reason to wake up...
There will always be a better tomorrow...

I said I love you...
And you never replied...
I said I need you...
And you never replied...
That is torture...
Torture is seeing your eyes...
And not seeing myself reflected on them...
Alas...
I can  not blame you...
For I love you too much to blame you...
Even that is torturing me...
So you are not torturing me...
I am torturing myself...
And torture or not torture...
I love you more than yesterday...
When will this torture end??