What I want for Christmas...
Is to sit close to you...
By candlelight...
As close as I can...
So my eyes will be reflected on yours...
So close that our lips will instinctively fuse...
And become one...
With the candle's flame as our only witness...
Our eyes will say I love you...
Even though not a single word will be exchanged...
That is what I want for Christmas...
Perhaps it will never happen...
For your heart chose someone else...
But that is what I will always want for Christmas...
For as long as I live...
Because I realized I will never stop loving you...

From the bottom of my heart...
And with a tear rolling down my cheek...
I once more tell you I love you...
I know your heart already chose someone else...
It is hard for me to accept it...
But I love you so much...
And all I want is your happiness...
That I will be happy if you are happy...
Your happiness is my treasure...
The spark of your eyes a gift for my senses...
And the radiance of your smile a memory for an eternity...
This is where I say goodbye...
Tears are now on both cheeks...
If he loves you just 1/100th of what I love you...
You will be really happy...
For he will kiss the floor where you walk...
Imagine now how much I love you...
The sun is out now...
It is a new day...
Go and enjoy your new found love...
I hope he will really treasure you...
You are a woman worth going home to...
Once more...
From the bottom of my heart...
I love you...
I'll always miss you...
And I will be happy if you are happy...
Even if you are holding someone else's hand...
Good bye...
I will never forget you...
Even if perhaps you already forgot me...

And it finally dawned on me...
Even before my eyes opened for the day...
My heart woke up knowing that I love you...
It is a conflicting feeling...
Knowing that I love you...
But at the same time...
Knowing that you don't...
That is my true awakening...
And now I feel like living a nightmare during daytime...

As the weather gets colder..
And winter gets underway..
Sunlight gets scarce..
It is like water through my hands..
It just vanishes..
How I miss the days when sun stayed up late..
The warm air and the soft breeze..
There so much to see and do..
I guess that is an advantage of winter...
It helps us appreciate what spring and summer has to offer..
It is a bit like our own lives..
Sometimes we don't realize what we have..
Until it is gone..
So our lives become a winter..
But there is always the hope of our lives becoming spring and summers. Even falls..
For life also has seasons..
So no matter how dark your days can be..
There will always be a day where you will see the sunlight...
That day you will know the spring of your life has arrived..

You asked me if the moon reminds of you...
Yes, the moon reminds me of you...
Its sweet light brings memories of your eyes...
Your warm lips and your soft hands...
The truth is, any light reminds me of you...
For you are the light of my days...
And without that light my heart would be in the darkness...
These lines are for you...
Light of my life...
Owner of my heart...
And beacon of my path...

Your eyes are so deep and beautiful..
They would illuminate the darkest night...
For they are deep and bright..
They are a sweet ocean to admire...
An Ocean I would like to get lost on...
They are crowned by the most radiant smile I have ever seen..
If your eyes are an ocean...
Your smile is the sun that illuminates that ocean..
My beautiful midnight sun...

How I miss your kisses...
How I miss your wet and sweet lips close to mine...
And our hands together as we laughed and got transported to another dimension when kissing...
Now the only wet is in my eyes...
As tears roll down my cheek...
Who am I kidding?...
I still love you...
But it is time to walk away from you...
I'm not waiting anymore...
If if I keep waiting...
I'll have to swim...
For my tears formed a river now...
And they will soon become a water fall...
In memory of how I fell for you...

And here I am...
Applying for the poet job...
I have no credentials...
No education in poetry...
No background...
And no references...
I am just a dreamer...
A romantic...
A story teller...
I travel with the wind...
And live with the stars...  
I talk to the moon...
I listen to the sun...
Have a poem for a heart...
And a sonnet for a soul...  
I can remember all the sweet moments...  
And forget about sad ones...
Would you hire me?...

Why do I keep looking for you?
Even though you keep ignoring me?
And perhaps even lying to me?
Because I love you...
Love seems to be blind, deaf...
And apparently...
Immune to pain...
But I am not...
I am hurting...
But I still love you...
And I have not lost hope...
If this is not love... I do not know what it is...

The universe is a big place...
It is said it is infinite and ever expanding...
Maybe my soul is a universe also...
It is always searching for new frontiers...
New feelings...
And like a spaceship...
My soul travels the galaxies of life...
In fact...
Everyone's soul is a universe...
Everyone's heart is a planet...
Everyone's mind is a constellation of memories, ideas and experiences...
Us poets are dreamers...
And one of my dreams is to write a poem for each of my memories...
That would be enough for a galaxy of poems...
There are many places to see...
And infinite memories to bring back...
Every time you visit a new place...
A little piece of your heart stays behind...
But your soul becomes richer with the memories you keep...
The best place to be?...
Any place where you are happy and at peace...
I hope,  my dear reader, you will find many places that will make you feel happy...
All those places will be happy to have you there...

This is what I feel when writing poetry...
My heart and my soul are set free...
They can roam the universe...
Without any fears...
Poetry is the fuel for my dreams...
It is my way to show the world who I am...
I feel liberated...
For poetry is not just nice words and sonnets...
It is  way of life...

I wish I could speak many languages...
So I could tell you "I love you" in all of them...
I'm starting to believe I speak a different language from yours...
For my words go totally ignored...
Whatever it is...
It seems you and I will never be able to speak to each other in the language of love...
I will keep saying "I love you"...
Even though you don't understand me...

I carry a foldable chair wherever I go...
I found everything around me inspires poetry...
And the chair is not because I get tired...
No, it is just that I love life...
And everything around me...
And I lose my breath just by admiring my surroundings...
So if you see someone in a park...
With a pencil in hand...
A piece of paper...
Seated on a foldable chair...
And looking at the world as if it was the first time he is seeing it...
That is me...
Trying to describe the world through verses and sonnets...

It is winter time now...
Daylight savings time is over...
The clock fell back one hour...
But time does not stop...
Time does not know of summer or winter hours...
Time just runs...
Endlessly...
The clock can fall back...
But we can't...
We are guests in the infinite river of time...
And we sail in its waters...
Every second gives us the chance to be happier than the second before...
Don't think of time...
Think of happiness...
Life should not be measured in time...
But in happiness...
Never let your soul fall back...
Leave that to the clocks...
As for time...
Just remember the times when you are happy...
Time makes no sense when we are not happy...
I wish, my dear reader, a happy voyage in the  endless river of time...

Waited by the porch....
Longing for someone to ask for sweet words....
I can only offer poems..
No one seemed to want a poem...
People were only asking for sweets..
Everyone was in a hurry..
No one talked to me...
I guess the poet costume did not work...
But then again..
Who can describe a poet...
I will wait for another year then...
I still believe poems are a treat..
To the ears who want to listen to the soft whispers of a poem..
Or the souls that rejoice at these words...
As I see it, the world is a poem...
At least my world...

So this is what they call feelings...
I wish these were happy feelings...
It is painful to have feelings...
And feel rejected and ignored...
In my case...
These should not be called feelings...
These are saddings...
As my heart is crying...
I wish I lived in a world where feelings only existed in case of happiness...
But I'm human...
And I laugh and cry...
And I'll always have feelings...
Either happy or sad...
I wish,  my dear reader, that your day is happier than mine...
As sad and heartbroken as I am...
I can only wish happiness to everyone in this world...
Even to the girl who broke my heart...

You stomped on my heart...
You had no mercy...
Always making me believe you had feelings for me...
Now I feel used...
It is a mystery...
Why do I keep caring about you...
After the way you treated me...
Maybe I'm still in love...
I will never stomp on your heart...
But I will not allow you to stomp on mine any more...
This is the last sentence I ever write for you...
You will probably never read it...
Is all the same...
All these years I have been writing to the wind...
What a funny feeling...
I love you...
But I don't respect you...

You must be sleeping now...
I will type quietly so I will not wake you up...
Tonight's poem for you is silent...
As I don't want to disrupt your sleep...
No one will be able to hear it...
Only you can hear it in your dreams...
If when you wake up tomorrow you feel you dreamed of a poem...
I will be happy...
After all...
Hearing about you dreaming of a poem...
Is this poet's dream...

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...

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..


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

Suddenly I can't see the moon...
Or the stars...
Everything is black and white...
You were my universe...
But like a star that implodes to become a black hole...
My world collapsed...
And I was left in a vacuum...
And I feel as if floating in an endless universe of sadness...
This must be the teary way galaxy astronomers talk about...
I never asked for eternal love...
I only asked for honesty...
And you were not honest with me...
I can't think of anyone in the whole galaxy...
That feels as disenchanted as I feel today...
But, as sad as I am today...
My days are only bound to become brighter...
Even if slowly...
For if there is no eternal love...
There is no eternal pain either...

I gave you my heart...
And you gave it away...
Did I really lost your heart?...
Now I believe I never had it...
Now I need to win my life back...
I now realize all these years I have been living on one heart only...
It will no be different now...
Except at least now I know I'm on my own...
And it feels as painful as not having a heart at all...

There is a full moon tonight...
Bright and beautiful...
Thousand full moons together are no match for the warm and sweetness of your eyes...
I will stand under the moon light tonight and repeat one thousand times...
I love you...
Maybe neither you or the moon will hear it...
But it's true...
I love you...

It is raining hard today...
It would be impossible to count the number of rain drops...
The same way it would be impossible to estimate the number of times I think of you...
Perhaps more times than the number of rain drops on a rainy day...
Thinking of you makes a rainy day feel like a sunny one...
And a sunny day an eternal spring day...

I carry a camera...
And I take tens of photos a day...
I realized today my soul is also a camera...
A camera that only wants to take photos of you...
For the radiance of your smile...
And the spark of your eyes...
Are so beautiful when captured by a regular camera...
But my soul is able to capture your kindness and your resilience...
Just by looking deep in to your eyes I can tell how sweet and resilient you are...
My soul just wants to see you happy...
That is perhaps the one photo my soul wants to take...
A photo of you being happy....

Just a few weeks ago I said I didn't have enough of your kisses...
Not enough of your time...
Not enough of your company...
Now I say I've had enough of you...
Your lies...
You used me...
And I can't emphasize enough how I despise you...
I don't need your crumbs...
I've just had enough...

You are trying to shatter my dreams...
So I need to pick up the pieces...
No matter how small they are...
I can still make what my dream is...
I want to he happy...
And I will...
You can keep trying to shatter my dreams...
It does not matter...
The moment you tried to shatter them...
You stopped being a part of them...
You're not even a piece of it now...
Come to think of it...
You are not a dream...
You are a nightmare...

There is no moon tonight...
But the nearby lake was lit as if there was a full moon...
The light was so sweet and bright...
As if the whole solar system planets were moons...
All of this because two beautiful eyes filled the air with sweetness and brightness..
Lucky Lake...
Legend says locals changed the lake's name to Moon Lake...
For everyone will remember that day...
Your eyes have the brightness and sweetness of a thousand stars...
That is why they are my galaxy and my universe...

This morning my soul was jumping in one leg...
For I knew I would see you...
Now my heart is jumping...
Out of happiness...
For I saw you this morning...
My heart will always rejoice at good things happening to you...
My heart will jump in your presence...
And the bright of your eyes...
The sound of your laughter...
But it will also shrink when you're sad...
My heart seems to follow the rhythm in your eyes...
When they're bright... it jumps
When they're gloomy.. it shrinks...
I wish for a life where my heart will jump all the time...

I jump whenever I hear your voice...
And I jump on one leg whenever I see you...
But tonight...
It is my soul jumping on one leg...
As I know I will see you tomorrow...
Happiness is feeling our soul jumping on one leg...
Out of pure joy for those we care about...

The notes flow from the Sax...
As if chasing the Bass...
Or Dancing to the Piano Keys...
Or flirting with the Clarinet...
It is a riot out there...
A carnival of rhythm and music...
A non-stop celebration...
For Jazz is not a way living...
It is pure art...

I want to cry...
But I can't...
My eyes are dry...
Perhaps I cried too much for you...
But my soul...
My soul is a complete waterfall now...
If you could see it...
You would be surprised at how much a soul can cry...
What a paradox..
My soul is crying...
But I still love you...
Perhaps that is why it is crying...

Days become sunnier and brighter whenever I hear your voice...
Even a gloomy day becomes a summer day...
And a summer day becomes a carnival...
That is the magic of your voice...
If the melody of your voice can make days brighter and happier...
Then your voice must be the voice of the sun...
You are a woman with the eyes of the moon...
And the voice of the sun...
...And the smile of a rose petal...

I saw your eyes today...
Eyes that inspire poetry...
And I want to write poetry for them...
But I  can't...
I seem to be under the spell of their beauty...
I am mesmerized...
It's as if all poetry in the universe can't describe them...
For they're magic...
A true paradox...

I miss your eyes like I miss the wind...
I miss your laughter and smile like I miss the rain...
I miss your company and kisses like I miss the moon and the sun...

I just miss you...
You just can't imagine how much...

A day has 1440 minutes...
And I always said a minute of your voice would make me happy for a week...
But I never thought the day would come when you would just talk to me for 7 minutes...
And that after I pretty much begged you to let me call you...
Those 7 minutes showed me what I really mean to you...
I keep thinking of you for 1440 minutes a day...
I just don't know why...
I think the clock on my wall cares more about me than you do...

I like to think every day brings a new beginning...
A chance to smile and be happy...
No matter what happened the day before...
I do this by thinking I am a caterpillar at night..
And everyday at dawn I become a Butterfly...
With wings...
To be able to go anywhere...
Soar  above the ground...
Be free...
Hop from flower to flower...
And rejoice at the trees...
The rain and the wind...
We humans can not hop from flower to flower...
But we can enjoy life's small moments...
I find happiness in the small things...
I say hi to the flowers...
I greet the trees and the birds...
I love looking at the sky...
The clouds...
Maybe I am truly a butterfly...
Who knows...
I will just avoid looking at a mirror...
It does not matter how you look...
But how you feel inside...
Let happiness , hope and optimism run your life...
Let your soul be a butterfly...
Maybe I will see you enjoying the flowers nectar in the park someday...

I would blow a kiss in the wind...
But the moon may think it is for her...  
For the moon is jealous of the beauty of your eyes...
So I will just blow it by sunrise...
My kisses are only for you...
Even if they never reach your lips...
That is how much I love you...

I must be a clock...
For I count the seconds until I see you again...
Those seconds are slow...
So slow...
As if time was not moving...
And when I see you again...
Time flies...
And no matter how long I see your eyes...
It is not long enough...
If a clock hands revolve around the clock's dial...
My heart revolves around you...

Even if the days are cloudy...
And gloomy...
I think of your beautiful eyes...
And the sunset becomes beautiful and magical...
A  perfect sunset...
I see one right now...

The wind is singing for you...
For even the wind can see the beauty of your eyes...
And the sweetness of your soul...
How I wish I was the wind...
So I could move around...
Follow the universe of your eyes...
And cause every wind chime in my path to sing for you...
I am not the wind...
And I can not fly...
But I can write sonnets...
I will leave them by my door...
And hope the wind will carry them for you...
Next time the chime sounds...
It is announcing one of my poems heading your way...
Maybe one day I will be the chime...
And I will whisper sonnets to your ears...

A woman's heart is deeper than an ocean...
And as rich as the seven seas...
For it is an infinite supply of inspiration and feelings...
The real bounty is at the bottom of that ocean...
If you manage to get there...
You will have found the treasure of happiness...
Once you do that...
Don't let go of it...
It can be the treasure of your life...
Start by sailing on the universe of her eyes...
Until you reach the ocean of her heart..

It is a clear night...
On the chilly side...
I can see the stars over the mountains...
Can't really fall asleep...
The mountains seem to have a magic effect on me...
They are majestic...
I feel in awe when seeing them...
Like your eyes...
They are magic..
How I wish I was hearing your voice right now...
That sweet melody would work like a lullaby for my soul...
Then I could fall asleep and dream of you...
I hope I can dream of you regardless...

It was a chilly day today...
Your backyard felt warm and inviting...
And it was not the fire pit...
It was the warmth of your eyes and your company...
Your eyes are the fire pit that warms my heart...
And your company the fire for my soul...
I just don't like you...
I adore you...

Your hand is the only hand I want to hold...
Together we can conquer the universe...
I don't know if you will let me hold your hand...
I just have to tell you...
If you do...
Be advised...
I will never, ever, let you go...
For the first time in my life I understand what asking for someone's hand in marriage means...
I'm afraid the only thing I will be able to speak if I ever hold your hand is...
"Will you marry me"...
I love you...
You just can't imagine how much...

The world is a beautiful place...
With so much to see and appreciate...
I could spend days watching the birds and the clouds...
Soaking in the rain...
Being pampered by the wind...
Mingling with the flowers and the trees...
Listening to the stars and the moon...
Yes, the world is a beautiful place...
I did discover, however...
The world is even more beautiful when I see it reflected in your eyes...
Time stops when that happens...
Even the clocks stop running...
Imagine how sweet that moment can be...
Me enjoying the beauty of the world through your eyes...
On a timeless moment...
That I want it to last for an eternity...

If I could write music I would probably compose majestic pieces..
Inspired by the spark of your eyes...
For they are an universe of inspiration...
Your smile, so welcoming and sweet...
But Alas, I can not write music...
If I could...
I would be a famous composer....
But I promise to keep writing poetry for you...
Forever...
Even if your heart went after a different composer...

I am a year older...
Says the calendar...
It is all the same, really...
For I lost track of how many calendars I have seen...
Maybe the calendar is trying to avenge the other fellow calendars I've ignored for so long...
The truth is...
I lost track of time after I met you...
And, yes, it is my birthday...
But I don't count how many years I have lived...
From now  on, I will only count the number of  years it will take me to  forget you...
For you misled me...
You made me believe you had feelings for me...
And you used me...
Who knows how many birthdays I will have to endure before I'm finally over you...
Today, I will sit here, with a candle...
Not even a cake...
And will sing...
Happy birthday to me...

How could I not write poetry when around you...
How could I not melt when looking at your eyes...
How could I not feel romantic when close to you...
How could I not adore you...
How could I not desire your kisses...
You tell me...
Beautiful girl...

How could I have not fallen in love with you?

No one has the obligation to love anyone...
I gave you my heart...
And you certainly don't owe me anything...
For pure love means loving without expecting anything in return...
The only thing I expected from you was honesty...
That's all...
I thought you were transparent...
But you're not...
To say I am disappointed and hurt would be an understatement...
It will take time...
But I will get over you...
And to think I truly believed you were a woman worth going home to...
I am not hurt because you don't love me...
I am hurt because you lied to me...
Not sure how I will manage to love again...
Being hurt and all...