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...

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...

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...

Life is an ocean...
In which all of us are sailing together...
Somedays the currents will be warm and calmed...
But sometimes the sea can get rough, cold, unpredictable...
With high waves that seem unsurmountable...
And we have no choice but to keep going...
For we are sailing through the ocean of life...
Luckily there are kind people that have enough kindness to fill the 7 seas...
It is easier to sail away through the 7 seas of life when your sailing mate is kind and gentle...
The true purpose of life is loving those who we care about...
I wish my dear reader... or should I say sailor... that you have a smooth sailing everyday...
And when you don't...
Look for the gentle sailors around you...
For life is not meant to be navigated alone...
No matter which your port of call is...

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 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...

You fell off the pedestal of my love...
And you fell so hard...
You fell underground...
I am burying your memories...
For good...
I never thought you were a liar...
Or have two faces...
You need to grow up...
And change...
Stop playing games...
You will end up alone if you do...
You are going to fall from the pedestal from the next man that falls in the trap of your arms...
I am gone from your life...
More tired than hurt...
I got tired of looking at that pedestal...

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...

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...?

Like a camera shutter collecting light to create  a photo...
My soul gathers feelings,  sounds,  colors, thoughts, even movement...
To be able to create poetry..
So perhaps poetry is just a photo of one's soul and spirit..
Photographers talk about exposure for their photos..
Us poets are exposed to the world..
And feel all there is around us..
So photography and poetry are not that different..
I will continue my path,  trying to describe the what I see just with my words..
Maybe poetry should be called 'Photoetry'....
Or "Poetography"...
I hope my dear readers.. you enjoy my descriptions of the world...

Photos are a way to freeze a moment...
So anyone can see what was going on...
People can even make a video...
But nothing replaces a happy memory...
No matter how many photos you take...
Or how many videos are made...
Nothing replaces a happy memory...
Photos may fade...
Videos may get deleted, or forgotten...
A happy memory will last for an eternity...
Let the camera of your soul treasure all your happy memories...
Those are the photos to keep in the album of your heart...

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...

I do miss you...
Will probably never say it again to you  but  I do...
You will never say it as I doubt you do...
This is the poems of do's...
I do love you...
I do miss you...
I really do...
Even though you do really ignore me...

I have two hands...
But perhaps I will never get to touch you again...
And two eyes...
But I am sure I will never see you again...
My two lips will never kiss yours anymore...
My two arms will never get to hold you again...
My only hope is for my two ears to hear your voice again one day...
Even if just for two seconds...
Lots of twos...
I had just one dream...
Which was to make you happy...
For I wanted the two of us to become one...
But I failed you...
You are my only true love...
And The only woman I could ever love...

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...

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...

There is a question I will never have the courage to ask...
And that is whether you have feelings for me...
I don't think you do...
Your eyes and your behavior tell me you don't...
But I wish I would hear it from you...
That would bring closure to this hurting soul...
In case you are wondering, even though you are not asking...
I have feelings for you...
You don't need to ask...
At some point I dreamed of asking this question: "would you marry me?"...
Now the question I want to ask is whether  I will be ever able to forget you and move on...

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...

There must be a rainbow inside you....

As your eyes have the power to light up the room..

And bring color and joy to people around you....

Let your rainbow shine...

Let the colors of life glow....

Believe in yourself...

And the rainbow will glow forever...

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...

It is a gloomy morning...
Dark and rainy...
Even if  days are sunny...
Gloom takes over me...
These are my days since you left my life...
I wish I would live in a world where the rain would carry the sound of your laughter...
And the wind the feeling of your hugs and your kisses...
Perhaps I could stop crying if I lived in such a world...
But alas, fairy tales worlds do not exist...
I am human, I am real...
So are my pain and my feelings...

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...

I am by the river...
Watching the water go by...
And it is like I am watching my own life...
The water flows endlessly..
Like the seconds and minutes do...
And I wonder where does it go to...
And I just don't know...
The river goes to the sea...
Time goes to the future...
So the future is a sea of possibilities.
So I am just a water drop in the river of time....
And I am happy to be who I am.   ..
For I can breathe and observe..
And marvel at the world...
And tell stories....
No matter where the river of time takes me...