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...

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...

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...

The snow is falling again...
I like to think of each snow flake as a good wish that falls upon us...
The land is all white now...
Full of snow flakes..
Or maybe with lots of good wishes and hope for a happier day everyday...
Everything is wonderful when you see life with the eyes of a child..
And see everyday as an opportunity to be happier than the day before..
That should be the goal of everyone's life...
Be happier than the day before...
No matter what...
May your tomorrow be happier than today's...
Maybe I dream too much..
But what would life be without dreams...
It is like imagining a winter without snow...

Millions of flakes are leaving their nest...
Up in the clouds...
To join mother earth...
It is as if they were gifting earth with a white blanket...
They fill every corner...
Every inch of space as they fall through the chilly winter air...
Seems they want us to forget the land was green and lush just a few weeks ago...
But maybe it works the other way...
Instead of us forgetting how beautiful the land is when green and warm...
These snowflakes falling will actually cause us to hope for warmer and nicer weather in spring time...
And this is no different from life...
Hoping and dreaming that tomorrow we will be a better day than today...
For this poet happiness means knowing that a beautiful lady with sweet eyes is happy...
And hope means wishing the lady will be happier tomorrow than she was today...
For I will be happy is she is happy...
For the time being I will stand by the window...
Watching the snow flakes fall...
And hoping my soul will have enough inspiration to write a poem a day for her...
And I think it will...
For her eyes are an endless source of sweetness and inspiration...
Thinking of her will inspire more sweet feelings and poetry than the number of flakes tonight...

The space traveler crossed 3 galaxies...
Many universes...
Hundreds of planets...
Defying physics and speed of light...
For he was eager to find the source of a sweet light he saw from a source tens of light years away...
He finally found where light was coming from...
From a remote planet in the milky way...
Inhabitants refer to it as "Earth"...
Now the space traveler does not want to leave this planet...
The sweetness comes from the eyes of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen...
And the space traveler decided he does not want to wait anymore light years to see the light again...

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...

If you ever ask me if I still have feelings for you...
I may need to wear my sunglasses...
For my eyes can't lie...
My eyes are dry...
Maybe I have cried too much...
But they have not lost their brightness...
Brightness they got the very first time they looked at your own very eyes...
And that perhaps they will never lose...
As I will love you for an eternity...
Even if you don't...
So if next time you see me...
You wonder why I am wearing sunglasses at night...
Now you know why...
Who knows...
You may be able to see through them...

This is a poem written with tears...
I am crying as I was a coward...
And I lost your love as a result...
But I am also crying because it has been two years...
And I can't forget you...
But most of all...
I cry because I know you are not happy...
And I feel powerless to help...
I hope you find true love...
Because you deserve nothing less...
Yours forever...
The tears poet...

If I could build  a time machine...
I  would jump back 20 years and look for your eyes...
I know I would recognize those eyes in any dimension...
Those eyes are timeless...
Deep and eternal...
If I had met you 20 years ago...
I would have asked right away if you wanted to start a life with me...
I can't say what you would have answered...
But I would have asked anyways...
If I had met you 20 years ago...
I would be perhaps calling you my love today...
Instead, today I just call you by your name...
But it does not matter...
I was still blessed to meet you...
The memory  of your beautiful eyes and the candor of your smile will keep me happy and company for as long as I live...
Even if life takes us on different paths...
I pray for your happiness...
And I am sure you will find it...
For you deserve it...

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...

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...

I must have been floating in heaven..

For  I just heard the voice of an angel..

Got transported to another dimension...

A dimension where sweetness is felt when it rains..

The sun is the spark of your eyes..

And the stars  are replaced by your smile...

I just talked to you...

Have a great afternoon my love..

I miss you..

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...
I melted at your smile...
I marveled at the magic of your hair being caressed by the wind...
My heart wanted to explode...
Like a volcano...
And let all the lava of my love flow...
But I had to restrain myself...
So I behaved like a flooded valley...
Where my feelings are submerged under the wet land...
Maybe I felt like a volcano...
But I sure didn't behave like one...
Perhaps I imagined the cold of your eyes would cool down the lava of my love...
Or maybe my own tears will do the job...
One way or the other the lava of my volcano is bound to disappear...
What an irony...
You sparked fire in my heart...
And you are also taking care of extinguishing that flame...

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...

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...

What is the point of loving someone...
When you are being completely ignored?...
Why do I keep thinking of you?...
Where did I lose my north?....
Who am I? I don't recognize myself anymore...
Which path do I take now?...
Who are you?? I thought I knew you...
Whom stole my heart??

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...

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...