We're at a point where we're already daring enough to be naive and beautiful.

How ****** are the experiences, the path of life.

The heart is worth it, a big heart, a tender heart, a heart of abundance.

Where a dinner and a little poetry nourishes us more than a 5-star hotel.

Where a few candles and a little awareness make us explode into ******.

A glass of wine and a deep conversation will be the best walk of your life.

That woman without headphones, without noise, walking steadily through life.

That woman on the beach with a book in her hand, is the one I want.

How **** intelligence is.

I don't know you yet,
and I'm already falling in love.

I've thought about expressing you,
but I don't have time,
I'm describing you in verse.

I spent 100 letters on your eyes,
58 on your hair,
and 76 on your smile.

Let's not even talk about your intelligence,
charisma, and tenderness.

I write and describe you,
and then I remember.

That each verse,
is a manifesto,
for the universe.

I have a novel I can't
finish writing.
Because there are kisses left ungiven,
words left unspoken.
There are hugs left unfelt,
caresses that never became love.
There are laughter I never saw,
and tears I can't dry.
There are experiences left unlived,
and dreams undreamed.

I have a novel I can't finish writing.

Because there are kisses left ungiven,
words left unspoken.

Hugs left unfelt,
caresses that never became love.

Laughter I never saw,
and tears I couldn't dry.

Experiences left unlived,
and dreams undreamed.