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...

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....

The Easter poet goes away...
His rabbit costume for a year he will not wear...
If you want to see him before that...
A carrot in your backyard you must hide...
Although if flowers you have...
He may even show up...
For his body nurtures of carrots...
And his soul of flowers for inspiration...
Even if through the window you peek...
A treat poem for you he may leave...

The elevator doors closed after you walked in...
My soul and heart left me and went behind you..
Riding up in the same elevator...
I am walking away in the opposite direction...
While my mind and spirit run back to that elevator..
Hoping to catch up with you..
So it is just me now walking..
Soulless..
Maybe I should go back and stand by that elevator..
The door is bound to open again someday...
And I will wait to see you until then...

I wanted to write a poem for you...
But words won't flow...
Your silence speaks for yourself...
And I suppose I don't know how to reply to silence...
So I will just leave it here...
An empty...
Senseless poem...
I still love you...
But I give up...
All I can do is wish for your happiness...
Whatever you do...
Wherever you go...
Your happiness is my happiness...
Your sorrows are my sorrows...
And your silence...
Is your answer...

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...

If you knew how much I miss you...
I miss you like no man has ever missed a woman...
If you could understand how much I miss you...
Perhaps you would give me another chance...
I suppose I just don't miss you...
I adore you...
And that will never change...
You made up your mind...
And I can't change that...
But I can't change my feelings for you either...
I think saying I miss you...
It's just an excuse...
I'll always love you...
Thank you for brightening my days while we were together...
I blew it...
And for that...
I have no excuse...

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...

A lot has been said about the universe...
Comets.. planets... asteroids...
An ever expanding universe...
That is what astronomers say...
I will perhaps never get to know the universe...
For it has been said it is infinite...
And I don't have the means to go to space...
But it does not matter...
I realized your eyes are an universe by themselves...
For they are an eternal source of sweetness..
Joy and peace...
One look at your eyes is enough to forget my dilemmas...
One look at your eyes is enough for my dreams and hopes to stay alive...
Am I exaggerating?...
No....
For we humans have feelings...
And all of us will express our feelings in a different way...
Perhaps my way is writing...
And it is easy, really...
Because inspiration flows by itself when the memory of your eyes is around...
Perhaps I am an eyestronomer...
In search of the center of the universe of happiness....
I think I just found it...
For I see you and your beautiful eyes walking down the road....

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 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...

It was a chilly day today...
Your backyard felt warm and inviting...
And it was not the fire pit...
It was the warmth of your eyes and your company...
Your eyes are the fire pit that warms my heart...
And your company the fire for my soul...
I just don't like you...
I adore you...

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...

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...

Scientists talk about the many forces of the universe...
Gravity, electromagnetic and perhaps more...
I must live in a different universe...
For in my world there are far more important forces...
Kindness, Hope, Resilience...
Those 3 forces combined can create galaxies of peace...
Worlds of understanding and love...
The next time you see a star blinking in the night sky...
Lightyears away...
Perhaps you are receiving a message...
From someone else in the universe of hope...
Nothing can beat the power of hope...
Not even the distance between planets and stars...
And no one can stop kindness and resilience from moving through the universe...
Perhaps kindness, hope and resilience are the light of the universe...
At least the light of this poet's universe...

Legend says Aladdin rubbed a magic lamp to get the genie out...
My soul must be then 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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

I learned to love you...
And I learned to live without you...
But I will never learn to forget you...
And I don't know if I want to...
The memory of your eyes  and your kisses is what keeps me going...

The candle is lit...
And my eyes are closed...
The room is almost silent...
For the music is not playing anymore...
And the only noise is the candle chirping...
My mind is in a state of relaxation and emptiness...
As blank and empty as the paper where I want to write a poem...
My hand is holding a pen, which was given to me as a gift...
As if waiting for ideas...
But nothing comes to mind...
The pen must be really eager to let its ink spread on that paper...
For its now moving by itself...
In a rhythmical way...
As if following a symphony from the sky...
My hand only role is to just follow the pen...
This time is not the hand that commands the pen...
It is the pen that commands the hand...
I am in awe...
And don't venture to open my eyes yet...
Until the hand and the pen stop moving...
I need a few seconds...
For the curiosity and excitement are getting the best of me...
And I want to savor the moment...
I finally opened my eyes...
To see these words plastered on the paper...

"I am a magical pen...
I come from a magical and mystical land...
Where poetry is heard when it rains...
And where sonnets flow through the night...
I can create poetry...
All you have to do is hold me over a piece of paper...
And I will do the rest...
My ink will never dry...
The same way the verses on your heart and soul will never end"...

I can't think of a better gift that this magical pen...
I'm starting to believe the woman who gifted me the pen is also magical...
And perhaps comes from the same land as the pen...

I can't think of a different definition of parenthood...
Than raising our kids with love and care...
While making every effort for them to have a better life and upbringing from the one we had...
Not an easy enterprise...
And it is easier said than done...
But this is what real, caring parents do...
And this is a torch that if passed from generation to generation...
Will make every generation happier than the one before...
Not all parents think like this...
So this is a message for all parents...
The ones who follow this line of thinking...
And those one who don't...
Maybe these lines are not a poem...
And perhaps parenthood is not poetry either...
But having the satisfaction of knowing your kids turned out well in life...
Because you gave your life and efforts to raise them...
Is perhaps the most beautiful poem that it can exist...