I want to walk ahead of you...
Throwing rose petals and carnations on your path...
For I want you to walk on flowers...
Barefoot...
Can't think of a more beautiful image than seeing your eyes and your smile...
And hearing your laughter as you run...
Carefree and happy...
I would not be able to distinguish you from all the flowers...
For you are a rose petal yourself...
Do you still doubt I love you?...
I just think of you and the romantic feelings just flow...

I want to have a poem factory...
I don't need much...
Some paper...
A pencil...
Inspiration...
If I could look at your eyes for an eternity...
I could write 24 hours a day...
For your eyes bring so much inspiration...
Einstein said the universe is infinite...
And your eyes are an infinite source of inspiration...
So your eyes are really a universe...
At least... they are my universe...

The stars and the moon have been out for millions of years...
No one really knows for how long...
Maybe they have been there since the origin of the universe...
And they have been gracing the sky for an eternity...
The stars and the moon look at the earth every night...
And they are used to it...
Legend says the stars and the moon were particularly happy one night...
And they lit the sky like they had never done before...
Scientists could not tell why...
And they were never able to explain it...
Legend says that night they saw the most beautiful and dreamy eyes they had ever seen...
For a beautiful lady... with eternal eyes that produce a sweet light...
Was staying out in the open...
So the stars were treated for that one night...
And they were so happy they said they had enough happiness for an eternity...
The stars and the moon joked they were watching their "star.."
People on Earth look to the sky to see stars and feel comfort...
But this time the stars were the ones looking at earth to enjoy the beautiful light...
This is for you...
Love of my life...
Your eyes are so beautiful.. they can make a star blush...

I would be happy living in a world where the rain carries the sound of your laughter...
Then I could run outside when it is raining and get soaked on that sweet melody...
It is raining tonight...
I wish I was a raindrop...
So I could fall close to you...
And see your eyes tonight...
For now I will just go for a walk...
And write poetry for you...
Under the rain...

Everyone brings flowers to the one they love...
So that person can enjoy the color and fragrance of those flowers...
Me, I bring flowers for a different reason...
Yes, I love you...
Yes, I adore you...
But the reason I bring the flowers is so the flowers can admire you...
For your eyes, candor and smile are second to none...
So I want the flowers to rejoice at your kindness...
At the sweet universe of your eyes, as you look at them...
If you ever walk by a garden...
And suddenly feel like a queen...
You now know why...

I woke up this morning thinking of you...
Then I went out and saw flowers...
The clouds and the blue sky...
Heard birds chirping...
Everything in nature reminds me of you...
For you are beautiful and kind...
And I am always thinking of you...
And yearning for your eyes and your smile...
But mostly wishing for your happiness...
That is how much I love you, beautiful girl...
For I will be happy if you are happy...
Even if we are not together...
I am always thinking of you..

I dream of a world where I wake you up with a carnation everyday...
And where I read poetry to you as you fall asleep...
A world where I hold your hand all day...
And get caught in the sweet universe of your eyes...
Would you like this to be your world...
Would you marry me...?

A Walk in the park...
It is a beautiful afternoon...
The sunset is coming...
The river looks as if it was made of gold and emeralds...
Such are the colors it has...
With the trees reflected and the sun rays..
The Ducks and the Geese feel just at home...
Swimming in the multi color waters...
The flowers bending delicately...
As if following the sunlight...
And allowing the warm breeze to caress their petals...
It is so beautiful...
I could just swear the flowers are smiling to me...
Or whispering...
I am not sure...
Maybe they are asking me to write this message...
For the most beautiful girl out there to read...
Or to tell her to come and visit the park...
The flowers would be happy to see their reflection on those beautiful eyes...
And be greeted by that radiant smile...
I wonder if I am some sort of a flower then...
Your eyes and smile seem to have the same effect on me...

The sun has not risen yet...
It is dark out there...
The stars are still blinking...
A waning moon is there...
The window was left ajar...
And a soft breeze can be felt...
The leaves are moving...
Birds seem to be singing in the background...
All these are whispers in the dark...
They are a symphony for your delicate ears...
The whole world is singing poetry for you...
I  don't know anymore if daylight starts at sunrise..
Or when you open your sweet  eyes...
And gift the world with its beauty...
Happy Sunday my love....

I can't say Happy Saturday...
Or happy Sunday...
Or Wednesday...
After seeing your eyes yesterday I lost the notion of time...
I just know the sun rose...
So it is a new day...
But for me time stopped when I saw your eyes...
Happy day...

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..

There is magic in the air...
The leaves are moving...
But there is no wind...
The birds are in awe...
The creek is as transparent as ever...
Even though we are at dusk...
I can still see the fish underneath...
The air feels special and mysterious...
I cannot explain what my senses are feeling...
The forest is deserted...
Suddenly I see the silhouette of a woman...
With a long dress...
Walking fast...
Then I realize the leaves move as she walks by… As if following her...
The birds.. stop singing when they see her...
And she has no reflection on the water...
That is when I noticed her silhouette has a trail that comes all the way from the sky...
Like a comet...
She is quite the magical woman...
For she is the stardust that comes to brighten sunsets...
She leaves a trace of brightness and hope behind...
But, my beautiful girl, as magical as she is...
She is not as magical and sweet as you are...
Stardust is no match for the bright of your eyes and the beauty of your smile...
As fast as it came.. the stardust is gone...
The night settles in...
But the magic remains thanks to the deep of your eyes... and the treasure of your smile...

It is overcast tonight...
So I can't see the stars in the sky...
But it does not matter...
For I saw your eyes today...
And your eyes resemble a beautiful galaxy...
So clouds or not...
I still got to see the stars today...

Starry night...
It does not matter how many stars are out there..
They can't compete with the brightness of your eyes....
For your eyes resemble a beautiful galaxy....
So many stars  tonight...
I can only imagine you are looking at the sky...
I can't think of any other reason for such a starry night....

I like you and respect you...
But I also like and respect myself...
And I love you so much...
But I also need to start loving myself again...
I  let my world completely  rotate around you...
To the point  I even stopped loving myself...
It is time to man up and move on...
I always thought you were a woman worth  going home to...
Maybe you are...
For another man...
Not for me...
Not after the way you treated me...
Not that you had any obligation...
But at least you could have been honest and sincere...
And not play with my feelings...

Like a bird collecting seeds from a feeder...
My inspiration collects ideas from your eyes...
For your eyes are an eternal source of inspiration...
And then inspiration feeds my soul...
So at the end the beauty of your eyes feeds my soul...
Maybe my soul is a bird...
That needs the nurturing of the seeds of inspiration...
To let dreams fly...

I am wide awake...
For the moon light is bathing my window...
So my eyes are fixed on that sweet light...
All I can imagine is you looking at the sky...
With the two stars that your eyes are...
That is why the moon is illuminated tonight...
The moon is happy because perhaps you are looking at it...
So happy it projects that sweet light that will be my company for the night...
You bring happiness and sweet thoughts...

Time to move out...
It was really painful to find out I am not part of your world anymore...
I am not going to lie to you...
I am going to miss you...
And I  still love you...
But I feel you used me...
When you were feeling sad and lonely...
And now that you are able to smile again...
Then I became pretty much a stranger to you...
Well, I truly love you...
And I'm happy I met you...
But it is time to say goodbye...
I will always listen to you...
And be there for you when you need it...
But don't expect me to call you...
Or go after you...
It is time to move out...
I wish you the best...
For I love you too much...
And I only want your happiness...

So it is over after nine years...
I tried...
You tried...
It just didn't work...
I would not hesitate to go back in time if I could...
And meet you again in 2012...
Even if things were going to turn out the same way again...
That goes to  say you brought sunshine, hope and happiness to my days
You still do...
Nine years by your side...
And the pain will last for an eternity...
So will be the memories...

I want to melt inside you...
Your skin, your kisses and your womanhood drive me crazy...
All I want is to cover each part of your body with my kisses...
And then let my mouth get drunk in the essence and fragrance of your wet cave...
I want us to be fused by love and passion...
Until we are covered in sweat...
I want your perfume to invade my skin...
As our bodies friction against each other...
And as passion takes our breath and words away...
I want to get to the point where all our vocabulary is replaced by short monosyllables...
Ah... ah... ah
And the occasional I love you...
For nothing would make me happier than us saying I love you to each other...
As our bodies move rhythmically and frantically...
I always melt when I see you...
But at this point I would just melt inside you...

If I did write poetry while looking at your eyes I would probably write about roses all the  time...
For your eyes are as sweet as a rose petal...
Or maybe I could not write at all...
For I melt at their sight...
The beauty of your eyes transports me to heaven...
My senses succumb to happiness when my eyes meet yours...
I feel inside an endless kaleidoscope...
Where laughter and sweetness are the colors of the day...
I wanted to write a longer poem today...
I can't...
My hands melted while thinking of you...
My heart will continue to write...
As my heart never stops thinking of you...
As soon as my senses are back...
I will send you the next poem...

A rainbow can not exist without sunshine and rain...
And you are both...
For you bring sunshine when you are around...
Even on the gloomiest days...
And the melody of your voice and your laughter are  like the rain that nurtures the land...
Or in my case... my soul...
Maybe that is why your eyes are a complete rainbow...
And why I see colors and confetti whenever you're near...

I can't fall asleep...
I am still thinking of your eyes...
I am just drunk on their sweetness...
So I'm wide awake...
Perhaps I don't want to fall asleep...
If I do fall asleep...
I hope I can dream of you and your eyes...
This is a true paradox...
What is sweeter...
The memory of your eyes when I'm awake?...
Or dreaming of them?...
Or both?...
For now I just hope to see you soon...

My poems must be invisible...
Or silent...
Or maybe the words got scattered by the wind...
I don't know...
I poured my heart and soul writing love poems for a girl I adore...
She didn't say anything...
My only hope is she didn't hear them...
Or she could not read them...
It is been days...
But who knows...
Maybe she will answer some day...
Who am I kidding?...
The poems are not invisible...
I discovered I am invisible to her...
I say this with a tear in my eye...
A tear I can see and feel...
I can't be invisible...
The pain I am feeling is real...

The night is quiet...
There is no wind...
No moon...
Not even a cricket chirping can be heard...
Silence is king tonight...
So quiet I can hear my own thoughts...
I hear myself thinking of you...
Thinking of your smile, your eyes and your laughter...
It may be quiet outside...
But it is a carnival in my soul...
As it is anytime I think of you...
It is a good thing it is quiet in the neighborhood tonight...
It means no one can hear the happiness in my soul...
After all...
Thinking of you is my own celebration...
A daily one at that...

You just left...
But the breeze and the wind keep bringing memories of you...
It is as if the air carries your fragrance and the breeze images of you and your eyes…
It is such a nice feeling...
I can't think of a happier moment than enjoying sweet memories of those we care for..
Specially someone so sweet and caring as you...
Your company was my gift today...
And memories of you my treasure...

It is a sunny day...
And a bit hot...
But breezy...
The birds are chirping...
There are two turtles walking towards the pond...
Slowly but surely...
They want to escape from the heat...
The tree branches are dancing to the wind...
The birds and the breeze sound like a melody from heaven...
The grass is green...
I wish I could paint...
This whole scene would have made for a perfect canvas...
I am trying to describe it the best I can...
Maybe this can be a canvas in your mind...
I like to describe what I see...
For the canvas of your eyes to read...
Both your eyes and nature inspire poetry...
Your eyes more than nature...
For your eyes are a universe...
And an endless source of inspiration...
I realized today the world has not enough paper...
For me to fill pages of verses and sonnets inspired by your eyes...
But that's OK...
I will write what I can...
Even if I end up writing tens of poetry books...
They will still not be able to describe how beautiful and sweet your eyes are...

Is there a parade today?...
Why do I see confetti all over the road?...
The wind seems to bring a happy mood...
It is contagious...
The air is warm...
It feels like a carnival...
Maybe the confetti is in my soul...
I can feel it...
My soul feels like a carnival of happiness...
Every time you are near...

You inspire many nice thoughts...
For you are kind and sweet...
And have two eyes that resemble the moon...
For they light up the sky like a million stars...
I melt at their sight...
So you are my inspiration...
I also admire you more everyday...
For you are brave and resilient...
So you have my admiration...
Sweet and gentle as a rose petal...
Hard as a rock...
Proof Inspiration and admiration go together...
Like my love and desire  for you...
It is too late to tell you that I love you...
I will never find another woman like you...
So I will love you in silence....
For an eternity...

It was a bit of a rainy evening...
A cloudy sky...
With just a few spots of blue...
There was still some sunshine in the background...
With all the roofs bathed by sunlight...
The flowers dancing to the wind...
The trees moving their branches as if waving goodbye to the day and hello to the night...
Two birds flying against the sunlight...
Two children running from the rain...
Or perhaps chasing an unleashed dog running ahead of them...
A woman seated by a window, across the street...
The whole scene would have made for a perfect painting...
A great canvas...
I can't paint...
But it does not matter...
I can describe...
And I can remember all landscapes and beautiful images I have seen...
From a mountain flanked by red flowers...
To a river and a water fall...
To the universe of your eyes...
Life is about enjoying the moments that make us happy...
Remembering all those beautiful images brings a smile to my face...
For now I will think of the moon...
And your eyes...
Either one would also be a beautiful Canvas...
Always try to picture the colors in your day...
And you will discover life is a Canvas...
Sometimes sunny...
Sometimes cloudy...
But still a Canvas...
Good night...

Good night to the eyes of the moon...
For without those eyes there would be no moon...
Eyes that bring sweetness and sunshine to any day...
Since I was a child I was fascinated by the moon...
Little did I realize one day I would get to see the eyes of the moon...
Now I know why the moon fascinates me...

The moon is almost full tonight...
It will be full in two days...
A super moon they say...
The biggest moon of the year...
To me, the moon is always a super moon...
I've have always felt captivated by it...
There was nothing that could captivate me so much...
Until I saw your eyes...
So beautiful and pure...
I am starting to believe the moon is just their reflection in the sky...

My lips miss your lips...
My eyes miss your eyes...
My hands miss your hands...
I really miss you...
Not sure when...
Or if I will ever see you again...
But I will always wait for you...
All I can do for now is  open my lips...
And hope you are blowing kisses in the wind...
So the wind will bring me a taste of your kisses...
How much I miss you...
How much I love you...

I am not sure why my umbrella is  open...
Perhaps I wanted to avoid getting soaked by the rain of your love and your kisses...
Last time I closed my umbrella I got burned...
For it wasn't raining love...
But hate and ego...
But I can tell your rain is sincere...
It is perhaps the rain I've been waiting all my life...
This is the rain that can nurture my happiness...
I can hear the sweet drops hitting the umbrella's canopy...
I need to accept reality...
I need your rain...
I can't wait to get soaked in your sweetness...
I am closing my umbrella...
For good...

If happiness was a language it would only have one word...
Laughter...
For laughter is the true sound of happiness...
We laugh at things that make us happy...
If even for a moment...
And all those  small happy moments make our days brighter...
I would be happy living in a world where the rain and the wind carry the sound of your laughter...
Then I would just run under the rain or in the blowing wind and get soaked on that beautiful melody...
I wish your days will have lots of laughter...
For I want you to be fluent in the language of happiness...

What a beautiful day this is...
I am seated by a tree...
I can hear the birds chirping...
The wind blowing...
Even fish in the pond are causing a splash...
There are kids running away from their parents...
It is like the whole nature wants to scream out of happiness...
And I am trying to write a poem for you...
But nothing comes to mind...
This whole place feels like a poem...
So then I am a poet immersed in a poem...
I suppose, as far as poetry goes, there could not be anything more beautiful than a poet being immersed in a poem...
I can only think of another sensation as beautiful as this...
And that is seeing my reflection on your eyes...
For your eyes are pure poetry...
So that is the other one instance where this poet was immersed in a poem...
Now I understand why looking at your eyes, in any season, feels like a spring day...

The sun set hours ago...
The stars are here...
Blinking merrily...
For the night is their playground...
The moon just joined...
The crickets are singing...
The birds are chirping together...
One last time before they go quiet for the night...
Even the leaves are dancing to the wind...
It seems it is happy hour time...
Even for this poet...
For my eyes are closing...
And I am hopeful I will see you in my dreams...
Then it will be happy hour even for me...

You are always smiling.... 
Even though some people don't smile back at you.. 
You are always gifting us with the power of compassion... 
For you are the most compassionate soul I have ever met...
Never stop being who you are...
Never let that beautiful and brave soul of yours change... 
Laugh, Live...
Let your spirit roam free... 
Get all of us intoxicated with the wine of your eyes... 
For your eyes are a true elixir of life... 
Capable of giving happiness to anyone blessed by one of your looks... 
Today I celebrate you... 
That is why I wrote these humble words... 
Never give up...
No matter what... 
It is OK to cry... 
It is OK to be sad... 
For I will feel sad with you and will cry with you... 
No matter how far in time and space you are.. 
But remember... 
There will always be another day... 
And if you cry one day... 
Just make sure to smile and to laugh the next day... 
Life is too short... 
And it is better lived by laughing... 
So go ahead and laugh... 
Even if you think this poem is ****** and laugh at it... 
Then I can say I accomplished my mission to tickle your soul and make you laugh...

It is not a coincidence I am writing these words...
For my destiny is to spread my soul to anyone who wants to read my thoughts...
As I was born a poet....
And as such I can't stop dreaming of sonnets and verses...
My days are a non stop celebration of romanticism and poetry..
Life is beautiful and is to be lived with a smile...
with hopes and dreams...
Any sad moment can be overcome with the hope of a better tomorrow....
So if you are reading these words...
You are helping fulfill my destiny....
And at the same time...
Getting to know my soul...
I hope dear reader I get a smile from you.....
I wish you a happier day tomorrow...

Each time you smile..
Each time the sparkle of your eyes meet my eyes...
Each time the wind  caresses your hair..
Each time the melody of your voice fills the air...
You are demoing your soul...
Your most precious asset....

Every mom is a living poem...
Every mom's eyes are a sonnet...
Every mom smile is a ray of hope
Every mom's heart  is a treasure....
Mothers should be celebrated every day..
Not just on Mother's day...
Moms have my respect and admiration...
Not just today...
But everyday....

My eyes are open...
The sun is out...
The sky is blue...
There are no clouds...
It is not hazy...
And I know you are here...
But I still can't see you...
That is because you are the most transparent soul I have ever met...
I can't think of anyone with such kindness...
Such good values...
And such transparency...
You are really one of a kind...
I don't know how I noticed your transparent soul...
But more importantly...
I don't know how I was so dumb to let you go...

Did I lie to you?...
Or did you lie to me?...
Did we both lie?...
It does not matter, really...
At the end is just the same...
We blew it...
And that is no lie...
That is the truth...

So now I know why Mars is red...
It blushed when it saw the most beautiful star our there...
And her sweet eyes...
As for Jupiter...
It just melted when it saw those eyes...
The planet started to spin out of pure happiness...
It spun so fast...
It developed rings around its equator...
This proves sweetness brings happiness...
And I have to agree with Jupiter...
For I just can't describe the feeling of happiness when I look at your eyes...
If you see me spinning next time I see you...
You know what it means...
By the way...
My feelings for you are so big...
They will probably won't fit in this galaxy...
I love you S... I really do...

Mars is called the red planet...
But I say it is not red...
It is just blushing...
For it saw the most beautiful star out there...
A star with eyes so sweet...
Even a planet will blush...
I now finally understand why I blush when you are around...
And the fact Mars blushed just proves my theory...
You are really a star...
That came from a galaxy far away...
To make life sweeter for those around you...

I have seen many new years in my life...
And today it is not my birthday...
But I was born again today...
For today is the day I say...
Enough is enough...
I got tired of your cold eyes...
Your indifference...
As if I did not exist...
I gave you my heart...
And you gave it away...
It is fair to say...
You had no obligation to love me...
But at least you could have been respectful of my feelings...
And be honest...
But you weren't...
Well, that's it really...
You will not receive an invitation to my 1st "born again" birthday party in a year from today...
But that is Ok...
You probably would have not even bother to show up if you were invited...
The best gift you could give me, for my new life...
Is staying away from me...
I will for sure stay as far away as I can from you...

I was told the moon has phases...
From a full moon...
To a new moon...
It may be true...
I can't tell...
All I know is I wake up everyday to two full moons...
The full moon that your eyes are...
For they are sweet and special...
And they are two moons...
That brighten my days...
As if they were two suns...

Tonight was the last time I whispered sweet words to your ears...
What is the point of saying "I miss you"...
Or "I love you"...
I never get a reply...
I might as well tell it to the wall...
At least the echo will answer...

I don't want to hug you...
If I do hug you...
I will never let go of you...
I don't want to look at your eyes...
If I do...
I will melt in their sweetness...
I don't want...
To lose you...
And the truth is...
I don't want to admit...
I am crazy about you...
I don't want to think...
Of a life without you...

I want to stop loving you...
And I can't...
I just love you too much...
It is too painful...
So painful I can barely write...
So I give up...
I will let time take care of it...
I am hurt...
You have not been transparent...
You never were...
I said "I miss you" for the last time today...
No point saying it...
Your answer will never come...
I will miss you in silence...
My life will start again tomorrow...
I gave up on you...
But not on life...