tell meof something fiercer than the love with which i gaze upon youof something softer than the tendernesswith which i hold you.
She is the fragrance of a dozen jasmines.
In love madly,traveling though thelife-raft's unravelingin a beautiful tragedy,but gladly i'm stillpaddling throughthe oceanof youranatomy.
If life transcends deathThen I will seek for you thereIf not, then there too
I collect my thoughts, I choose my words, Whenever I decide to talk to you.But...I feel like a dumb, without a tongue,Whenever I reach in front of you.I wonder why it happens to me?even when my feelin...
My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight.Her hands asleep beside her.Her hair draped on the lawnlike a mantle of cloth.I give her my lifefor our love is wholeI sing her beauty in my soul.
We will read books together inside the blanket and stay warm. And keep writing poetry in our respective journals. Time will fly but we will still remain inside the blanket forever.
I spent all nightweaving a poem for you to wear. You look so beautifulwhen you wear my light.
I knew I loved youwhen 'home' went from being a placeto being a person.
She is the light,at the end of this endless tunnel.
You burn like a candleinside my soul,showing me a waythrough this darkness.