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??

A tire goes round and round for an eternity...
The same way my inspiration goes around your eyes...
For an eternity...
Maybe my poems belong in a tire...
I don't know...
But I can tell you...
The tire of my inspiration will never get tired...
Of writing poetry for you...
And I hope your eyes will never get tired of it...

I saw the moon...
I saw the sea...
I saw the stars...
I saw all the flowers of the world together...
I felt the sun...
I felt the sky
And all I had to do was look at your eyes...

When I met you...
Your eyes looked beautiful...
Warm and inviting...
They are still beautiful...
But now they seem cold and hostile...
So cold...
My heart aches when you look at me...
My soul burns...
It is like your eyes are burning ice...
Just now I realize you despise me...
While silly me...
I still love you...
I will go somewhere else and cry...
If I cry while close to you...
My tears will probably freeze...
That is how cold you are now...

How I wish I was a turtle...
So I could live a slow life...
A life where every second would last an hour...
A life with no stress...
No rush...
Where I could have time to enjoy my thoughts...
And ignore my fears...
A life where I would have time to reach my goals and my dreams...
And be protected by a hard shell...
A shell where I could hide when I want to be on my own...
But Alas...
I am not a turtle...
And time around me flies...
Flies so fast as if it hiding from my past...
And even faster when it tries to reach my future...
Barely leaving time for the present...
I will try to keep up with the fast pace of life...
That's all I can do...
I will also try to think like a turtle...
And take life slowly as peacefully as possible...
That is one of the secrets of happiness....
Also, if life goes slowly...
I will enjoy even more of your company...

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...

I lost your love...
I lost your kisses...
I lost your company...
Nothing makes sense right now...
The world seems black and white...
I get no joy in anything...
For without you there is no world...
There is emptiness...
I am better off living inside myself...

We talked about history earlier today...
And I just realized history does not exist when I talk to you...
Or when I think of you...
Or when I see you...
For time stops...
And my world comes to a standstill...
And I just want to stay there...
Submerged in the melody of your voice...
Or trapped in the sweetness of your eyes...
I fell for you...
The rest...
Well...
The rest is history...

Another day begins...
Before I met you...
The word sunrise meant the moon giving way to the sun...
Now sunrise is me waking up and thinking of you...
Come to think of it...
I live in a sunrise world...
For I think of you all day...
And then I dream of you at night...

I miss you...
Hope I can see you soon...
If not tomorrow, I hope I can see your eyes some other time. ..
I could not see you in 30 years and you would still look as beautiful as the first time I saw you...
One of the wonderful things about missing you is the feeling of happiness I  get when I think of you and  the  hope of seeing you again....
Good night love of my life...
I just don't like you...
I adore you...

So this is it...
It is over...
Funny, I don't think it ever started...
For we were always afraid...
And full of of fears...
But that is life...
It showed us a path...
And we could have taken it together...
But we chose not to....
And now we are just walking  separately...
On different paths...
So we blew it...
But it is not over...
For it never started...
I wish you the best...
For when you love someone...
You can only wish good things...
No matter where you are...
Or who is walking by your side...

The most important asset a person can have is his or her freedom...
Freedom to think
Freedom to choose...
Freedom to love....
Freedom to cry...
Freedom to laugh...
Freedom to dream...
I feel free around you...
For you are a free spirit...
You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen...
Or that I will ever see...
That is why I freely say...
I love you...
You have the freedom to answer...
Or to not answer...
And it does not matter...
I still love you...

I have seen your eyes on summer days....
Winter days...
Fall days...
Even in a dark room at midnight...
While our bodies exchanged love and passion....
And it does not matter how bright or dark it is...
Your eyes make any day a spring day...
For your eyes are a reflection of your kindness...
And an endless source of inspiration for my soul...
For without those eyes...
I would not be a poet...
Just a collector of words...

I saw a rose last night...
Went to sleep thinking of it...
Dreamed of the rose...
And woke up missing her...

To the woman who resembles a rose petal ...
You have my heart...

Sakura is the Japanese word for cherry blossom...
Sakura time is a magical period...
It does represent renewal and optimism...
It signals the ending of winter and beginning of spring...
The cherry trees become pink and beautiful...
I can probably say every time I see you is Sakura's time...
For your eyes bring peace, happiness and optimism to my days...
Your eyes are magical...
They are an eternal spring...

I never thought roses could have a name...
I still don't know if all of them do...
But something happened yesterday...
I was walking by a rosebush...
There was no wind whatsoever...
I looked at the roses...
And whispered your name...
For roses remind me of you...
And as soon as I said it...
All petals moved...
As if they were dancing to the wind...
I can only assume rose and  your name mean the same thing...
For all petals looked cheerful...
Next time you see a rose...
Just whisper your own name...
The petals will move...
For the sweetness of your eyes and your voice will cheer them up...
I just don't like you...
I adore you...

I wrote this poem with a tear in my eyes...
One of sadness, because today you left us...
And another one of joy...
Because we spent unforgettable moments when we were young...
And each memory of our youth brings me a smile...
I was very privileged to meet you...
You had a powerful will to live and fought disease until the last moment...
You were a true example...
I don't know what else to say, I have no words now and the tear which I had when I began to write became now an unstoppable cry...
I won't see you anymore... Not in this world...
But we will be friends for an eternity...
I can't say goodbye to you...
Just see you later...
Because at some point in eternity we will meet again...
And we'll talk again about all the things we talked about when we were 15 years old...
Your friend forever...

It's not snowing anymore...
The snow fall is over...
I am out for a stroll in the park...
I like to see the land covered by a fresh blanket of snow...
It looks peaceful, beautiful and pure...
So much that it reminds of you...
For you, your soul and your eyes are a true expression of beauty and innocence...
It is a bit windy now...
And the wind seems to be whispering your name...
I can clearly hear it...
Or it is my heart that is whispering?
It does not matter...
The truth is I remember your name...
And all of you...
Wherever I go...
If it is not the wind...
It is the river...
If not the river...
The leaves on the trees...
Any whisper just brings to my ears the most beautiful sound there is...
Your name...

I am walking outside on a clear, chilly night...
Your eyes and your smile are all I can think of...
The stars seem to be thinking of you also...
For their light tonight is brighter and warmer than normal...
And as soon as I whisper your name...
They blink merrily and happily...
They like the sound of your name...
So do I...
It is a sweet melody to my ears...
The stars and I will make a toast...
A toast to your eyes, your smile and your kindness...
I don't have a glass of wine...
But it does not matter...
I will toast with my heart...
Cheers beautiful...

The flowers are now withered and dry...
The petals lost their colors...
Perhaps the vase will soon be empty...
And no more flowers will use the vase...
At least not my flowers...
My feelings for you died...
Like the flowers on that vase...
And now my heart feels like the vase...
Dry...and empty...
I tried all I could to make you happy...
But I gave up....
I don't know if I will find another flower to fill it...
Maybe I will not try...
I just found it hurts...
So for now let's both the vase and my heart remain empty...

You just left..
I can feel sweetness in the air...
I have my hands open...
Just trying to catch some of that sweetness...
I come empty handed...
No matter how hard I try...
Then only I realize that sweetness flooded my heart...
And my soul...
And that is a good thing...
Because I can carry your sweet memory wherever I go...
You really sweeten my days...

It was a chilly Evening..
The land cold and white...
Full of snow...
The presence of two beautiful sparks brought light and happiness to my day...
For I saw your beautiful eyes...
Your eyes make any gloomy day a happy day..
And any sunny day a complete festival....

I have no pages...
I have no cover...
But  you can read my soul by looking at my eyes...
And listening to my words...
For I am a poet...
Poets are an open book to read...
For anyone who likes romanticism...
Passion...
Sonnets and verses...
If you ever  look at someone eyes...
And you feel  the need for nice words...
That person is a poet...
Smile and listen to the wind...
You will get the message...

It is snowing again...
Once the snowfall ended...
You went out to shovel the snow...
And then it started snowing again...
And I think I know why...
The word spread about your beautiful eyes...
So it is only natural snowflakes kept coming...
For any snowflake would love to be melted at the sight of those eyes...
Such is their warm...
I wish I was a snowflake...
Maybe I am one...
I always melt when you are near...

Oasis is wherever your smile is...
Paradise is looking at your eyes...
Heaven is hearing your voice...
Happiness is dreaming of holding your hand...
Life is enjoying your company...
Hope is waiting to see you again...

If I could...
I would build you a house where the walls were made out of roses...
For you deserve to be surrounded by peace, beauty and harmony...
But even if the walls were made out of hundred of fresh roses...
You would be by far the most pure and beautiful of them all...
For you are a true rose...
Your kindness is second to none...
And the sweetness of your eyes can not be found anywhere else...
Now that I think of it...
Being close to you feels like being around 1000 roses...
Such is your beauty and kindness...
And looking in to your eyes feels like watching paradise...
For your eyes have the power to transport me to wonderland...
I just don't like you...
I adore you...

Every wall calendar has comments on days that are either a holiday or a special occasion..
Mine has 'valentine day' written on all 365 days of the year..
And I suppose that is right..
For everyday should be a celebration of the people we love and care for...
Life has to be a celebration of people..
Specially the ones that make our life sweeter..
And brighter...
Happy valentines day..
Today and everyday...

I always wondered why your eyes are so sweet...
And why I feel under a spell of happiness when I see them...
Not in a million years could I find anything as warm, sweet and comforting as your eyes...
Your eyes must be made out of honey...
For their sweetness is endless...
Now that I think of it...
You must be made out of honey...
For your kindness doesn't have any limits...
I say you are made of honey...
And you have a heart of gold...
Imagine that...
Made of honey and gold...
I am really lucky to have looked deep in to your eyes to see the sweet treasure you are...

I want to write a poetry book just for you...
Where every page can take off in the wind...
And fly like a dove...
While looking for you...
Poetry is born from inspiration...
And follows inspiration...
So it is only natural that a poem inspired by you...
Would fly the world just looking for the sweetness in your eyes...
What could be more beautiful than a poem seeing the eyes that gave life to it...

My heart can not speak...
But it does whisper...
It whispers through my eyes...
My eyes become brighter when you are near...
It whispers through my hands...
For  my hands can write poetry when I think of you...
They seem to move by themselves...
But I really believe it is my heart controlling them...
My heart wants to whisper and to write sweet words for you...
If you listen quietly...
You can hear the whispers...
It is whispering the words...
"I love you, you are my reason to live and I adore you.."

To all poetry readers....
I wish you  a good night...
As always I am hoping  your tomorrow will be happier than today... Being happier than the day before is the secret of life...
Not always doable...
But we have to try...
Sweet dreams...

There is no hard drive large enough to store the many sweet memories I got from your eyes...
No screen that can truly show the sunshine of your smile...
And 1000  high definition photographs  can not show the wonderful woman you are...
You are one in a Gigabyte...

I only think of you once a day...
From the moment I wake up...
Until the moment my eyes close for the night...
Then I dream of you while sleeping...
So you are in my mind for just 24 hours...
I wish the days were longer...
But it does not matter...
You have a spot in my heart...
And that means I will think of you for an eternity...

It was a cold winter day...
Gloomy and overcast...
I went for a short walk in the park...
With all the snow on the ground...
The gloomy sky and the trees without a single leaf...
It just looked like the world was black and white...
As if there were no colors to enjoy...
Then I got to talk to you over the phone...
Just by hearing your voice everything changed...
Everything came to life...
The sky displayed the colors of  a rainbow...
The wind became a symphony...
I even heard birds chirping...
By the time I said goodbye I even saw red rose petals being blown in the wind...
Your voice must be magic...
For it has the power of bringing colors to my day...
Even if I close my eyes...

I was always told there are three dimensions out there...
Height, width and depth...
Einstein said there is a fourth one... time...
I say there is a fifth dimension...
The Dimension of happiness...
For whenever I see your eyes...
Or hear your voice...
I feel transported to another dimension...
A dimension where I want time to stop...
And where no matter how high, wide or deep the space...
It is not large enough to contain my happiness...

I am a sailor...
I have an old boat...
With just a sail and a paddle...
No compass, and no radio...
So I can only sail on clear nights...
Guided by the moon and the stars...
With only the wind as my company...
It is a majestic view...
Far from the city lights...
The moon and the stars play a show of light just for me...
And for any other sailor out there...
I want to reach Port Hope...
That's all I have left in life...
Hope...
So maybe the sea and my life are one and the same...
And it does not matter really...
For either sea or land...
My life is guided by the light of the stars...
So my dear reader...
Farewell I say...
For Port Hope I want to find...
I will let you in on a little secret...
You can find Port Hope in all the corners of the world...
No matter where the stars of life take you...
There is always hope...

A few weeks ago I thought it was love...
Now I think it is idiocy...
Or are idiocy and love the same thing?...
Maybe they are...
You keep ignoring me...
Like I am a doormat...
And I still keep chasing you...
And dreaming of you...
Well, let's meet half way...
Say it is not love...
Say it is not idiocy...
Let's call it loviocy...
The word does not make sense...
The same way my feelings for you don't make sense either...

Imagine you living in a world up there in the clouds...
All upside down...
A world where the earth is the sky...
A world where you see the snow rising towards the earth...
As well as the rain...
A world where you see flowers hanging from the sky...
A world where the oceans and the rivers seem to attract water from the clouds...
A world where you can enjoy seasons from above...
And you always wake up with a different sky...
With the mountains and the cities hanging from the sky...
For the clouds are transported by the wind...
Such a world exists...
In my mind and my heart...
And such a world would be paradise...
If your eyes were there to enjoy it with me...
For now I will continue looking from window...
Enjoying  the snow rise..
And hoping your eyes up there are looking at my cloud...

There will always be another day...
It does not matter if it is cloudy or rainy..
There will always be another day to watch the moon and the stars...
Or to read a poem ...
To enjoy a flower ... or the chirp of a bird...
If it is rainy or cloudy... then enjoy the weather drops..
Run and laugh under the rain...
If you are sad... then there will always be another day to be happy....
If you are bored... there will always be another day to be excited...
Life is a continuous journey...
Enjoy your life and the good days...
Be strong on bad days and remember there will always be another day...
If this poem is not good.. there will always be another day to write another one..
If this poet is not good... there will always be another one better...

And here I am...
Alone with my thoughts..
Me and my thoughts are one and the same...
The mind and the spirit can never be quarantined...
My words..
My thoughts...
My feelings...
will always be there...
Poetry is a reflection of who I am...
What I feel..
What I long for...
What my dreams are...
Time will go by...
Quarantine will end someday...
If I have learned anything of these times...
Is I am never alone...
For music, poetry, thoughts... even people and neighbors are there for each other...
And there is always something to share...
Even if just a smile by someone 2 meters away....

Happy day today...
I can't say Happy Saturday..or happy Sunday...or  Wednesday...
After seeing your eyes 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 today and everyday...

If the Moon and the sun merged, we would have a star that would shine like your eyes...
Eyes that have the sweetness of the Moon, the brightness of the sun and the depth of the infinite...
If you knew, my love, the effect that your eyes has on me...
You would understand why my being melts before your presence…
And why my soul shrinks at the mere memory of your eyes...
And the reason  my senses succumb when you look at me...
Deep like an ocean...
Transparent as a diamond...
And full of love and hope...
Those are your eyes...

Your house front door closed...
And I realized once again it is winter time...
For when I was inside your house it looked like eternal summer...
For your eyes have the power to warm and light up any room...
All I can recall it is me being outside...
And then me reaching my own house...
So either I have a self driving car...
Or my soul stayed by your front door...
And my body somehow drove my car back here...

I come from a far away civilization...
And I have travelled so far and for so long in space, I can't even remember the name of my own planet...
This voyage was supposed to be just an attempt to find out other worlds out there...
Earth was supposed to be just one of the planets on my long journey...
I never intended for my stop here to last more than a few days...
Especially because I discovered I could not properly breath in this atmosphere...
Until I met you...
Then my plans changed...
I don't want to leave earth...
I don't care what else is there in the universe...
All I care for in the universe is here...
And I also discovered I can breathe the air surrounding you...
Just a puff from the air around you can sustain me for days...
The same way the memories of his muse allow a poet to write for years to come...

Is there a way to stop time?
I wish there was...
So I could stop it when I hear you or I see you...
It would be heaven if I could see you or hear you for an eternity...
Luckily the memories of your eyes, your smile and your voice are eternal...

Hi 21st Century...
Your birthday is approaching...
And you will be turning 21 in a few hours...
So your teen ages are coming to an end...
You had some well behaved years...
Some bad behaved years...
But let me tell you...
This year was the worst...
Maybe you didn't do it on purpose...
Perhaps you didn't know better...
But 2020 is a year many of us will want to forget...
And some of us will remember for the wrong reasons...
I can't get a cake for your birthday as we are on lockdown...
So I will just whisper "happy birthday, 21st century" at midnight tonight...
And hope your twenties will be good for all humankind....

My day ended yesterday with me hearing your voice over the phone...
So I went to sleep as happy as I could be...
For your voice has the power to soothe my spirit...
Your voice and the memory of your eyes have the power to send me in to heaven...
And I feel like floating on air...
And feel the desire to fly far in space...
Just so I can get closer to the stars of your eyes...
And the galaxy of your heart...
All I can think of now is reading poetry to you by candlelight...

Just let the night embrace you....
Your smile is a shiny star....
So the night welcomes you with open arms....
Just mingle with all others out there in the sky. .
This is a world where everyone is happy....
Where roses and stars sing together....
This is the only place where a rose petal becomes a star at night.,,
And is born again as a rose petal at dawn...