If you ever meet a man who adores you just 1/100 of the way I do...
You are going to be really happy...
For he will have enough love for you to give you the moon and the planets...
He will be your partner...
Your soul mate...
He will kiss the soil you walk on...
And that is if he loves you and adores you just 1/100 of the way I do...
Just imagine how much I love you...

The word love has 4 letters...
The word hopes has 5...
The word Dreams has 6...
That's 15 letters...
Those words are so beautiful...
They used to reflect how I felt about you...
Now I feel sad...
Hurt...
Confused...
Those 3 words combined also have 15 characters...
And coincidentally enough...
You only talked to me for 15 min last time I saw you...
What does 15 mean...
I hope it does not mean 15 years to forget you...
And coincidentally enough, this poem has 15 lines...

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 was writing poetry on a piece of paper...
By candlelight...
The candle's flame extinguished itself...
The room became pitch dark...
After I lit the candle again...
I discovered the paper was blank...
As if the words had fled...
The poem was being written for you...
So perhaps the words and sonnets will reach your senses...
It happened so fast...
It was a poem of encouragement...
And admiration...
For you felt exhausted today...
But you never give up...
And that is why perhaps the poem went after you...
A poem about encouragement and resilience can for sure learn from you...
So the poem became the student...
As you are the role model for resilience and hard work...
I know the poem will be happy around you...
My paper is blank now...
Perhaps the words will come back someday...
If they do...
I will be happy and honored to hear and read about their adventures in your land...
I'm sure they will have a story to tell...
For life, resilience and hard work always go together...
This poet has no more stories tonight...
But he hopes this bedtime poem will bring you some happiness...
Or at least a smile...
Good night the poet says...
Until our words meet again...

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...

If I could...
If I could go back in time....
I would give a big hug to each person that has ever talked to me...
Even if just strangers that perhaps only asked for directions on the street...
Even if they yelled at me...
Or smiled at me...
Or close friends...
It does not matter....
Everyone has a history...
And everyone needs a hug...
If I could go back in time...
I would listen to their stories...
Poetry is based on human experiences...
I can't go back in time...
And I can't hug all of them...
Maybe they don't even want my hugs...
But I can write these words...
And blow them to the wind...
Hoping they will reach people...
And hug their spirits...
I am here for you...
Even if I don't know you...
I will always be here for you...
Even if you are a stranger,  strangers are friends who we have never known...
Big hug for you...
The best Christmas gift anyone can get is a hug..
Merry Christmas and a  big hug...

They say actions speaks louder than words...
So by now, because of my actions, you probably realized I  love you...
And by now, because of your actions, I finally  realized you don't love me...
Quite the opposite...
Your actions seem to indicate you despise me...
Such is life...
I need to take action and move forward with my life...
You are not worth it...
Perhaps you never were...

It is a happy day every time I see the sky...
Wheter sunny or cloudy...
Rainy or snowy...
Windy or not...
Clear night or not...
With or without moon or stars...
Whether I get to see flowers or hear birds chirping...
It does not matter...
Any day where I can feel, hear and see the world around me...
Is a happy day...

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...

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...

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...

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...

To all women...
Every woman is a living poem...
Every woman eye's are a sonnet...
Women should be celebrated every day..
Not just on March 8th...
Women have my respect and admiration...
Not just today..
But everyday....

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...

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...

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...

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...

Boxing day is the day after Christmas,  when goods go on sale...
I have nothing to sell...
I have no money to buy either...
For my only possessions are my words, my thoughts and my feelings...
Maybe I will stand by the shopping plaza...
With a sign that says 'poems on sale.. buy one get two'...
Or 'For every three poems... a free sonnet'...
Perhaps '2023 poems at 2022 prices...'
The reality is no one would pay for them...
So I will give them for free...
For a poet, everyday is boxing day..
As we live to share our dreams and ideas...

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...

I want to write a poetry book where each page becomes a dove...
And takes flight with the wind...
To a poet inspiration and imagination are the same...
So I imagine pages flying in the universe of inspiration...
Looking for a poem that will become their eternal companion...
To  an empty piece of paper, a poem is an unknown friend...
Because there can be no stronger friendship than the one between an empty page and a poem...
Once they meet they take flight...
And will stay together for an eternity...
Leaving their message everywhere they go...
If you suddenly feel the sound of book pages being flipped by the wind...
And the whisper of verses and sonnets in your ears...
It is because a poem has just been born...

Legend has it that Mars and Earth were once a single planet...
Born when the universe was created...
Gravity and the universe did their part...
And the two inseparable friends grew apart...
Moving fast and erratically throughout the universe...
They did not see each other for millions of years...
And they had lost hope of seeing each other again...
Nature acts in mysterious ways...
The same nature that separated them...
Brought them together again once the solar system was created...
Mars was so happy to see Earth again...
He carved a moon out of his own mountains...
And sent it to orbit the Earth...
So that  Earth would not feel alone...
No one knows if this legend is true or not...
The truth is that today I am sending you this poem...
In the same way that the legend says that Mars sent a Moon to Earth...
Because poetry is in itself a universe...
Where each poem is a World...

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...

What you see on remembrance day morning if you are walking in the park...
A blue jay..
A semi frozen creek...
A gray sky..
And all the leafs gone..
It is so peaceful and quiet...
It makes you think of the people that suffered through the wars...
I can't even imagine the horrors they would have gone through...
All the sacrifices they had to make...
I just can say they have all my respect and admiration...
There would not be words or speeches that would be enough to pay tribute to those men an women..
So I will just stay here in silence, almost with a tear in my eye...
saying thank you...
lets we forget...
The world today is a convoluted place...
And sadly some things have not changed...
Conflict seems to be part of human nature...
Let's hope someday there will be no wars anywhere...

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...

Yesterday I woke up to the snow...
Today I woke up to the mountains...
Perhaps tomorrow I will wake up to the sea...
But it does not matter what you wake up to...
What's important is what you dream of...
Never stop following your dreams...
Never stop dreaming...
And one day you will have the most beautiful awakening you could dream of...

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...