He who loves
Never dies.

Two lives are not enough
To tell you how much
I love you

Being a poet
is both a pain and a privilege.

All you do is
bleed your emotions
on a thousand pages
while people sing your praises
for ages.

Only one loving glance of you
gives my heart joy like an ocean.
I have seen other beautiful ladies
and lovely women
But as for me, you're the best one
and I still see your smile in my dreams.

Babe, your lovely black eyes
melt into shyness.
I feel so pleased
with philophobia
when you get down in the water.
Yeah, you're still walking in my dreams.

Your eyes are full of languages
of my little heart.
The moon that fills the sky
The flower that smells to attract love
Maybe they follow your shadow.
Love, I ask you to stay in my dream always.

The concrete jungle
is a mixture of successes
and failed dreams,
And we have been sifting
through this place now
for years.

The lights are dazzling
but sometimes cold,
You're a kindred spirit--
warm, beautiful, and bold.

Please don't let
the concrete jungle
gobble up a flicker of you.
Burn through all the tribulations,
Burn bright,
Burn blue.

I gaze upon my windowpane
as the sun utters its goodbyes.
Mixed hues of blue, red, and orange,
grace the stillness of the summer sky.
I lived within these walls,
48 days and counting.
The light beckons, the heat calls
me out from my endless hiding.
The longing for the wind
and a greeting from my neighbor,
feels like fire in the harshest of winters.
But for now all I have is my window,
my paper and a pen--
giving me faith for a brighter tomorrow,
for this too, shall end.