All I need to dois place my pen against paperand your lovewrites for me.

I only wrote prose before I met you. My musings were superfluous and serious as well. But now the words dance with me. I sing with them and we create poetry.

I left the bankbecause they wouldn’t deposit my cheque of poems.So I went to the store,but they didn’t acceptmy currency of words.So I boxed all my storiesand took them to charity.But they refused my donation and asked me to give blood instead.I opened the notebooks and made them look, 'What do you think I wrote these in?

We call a story about love a love story. We call a poem about love a love poem. Well then, my dear, aren’t our lives love lives?

These poems are cupsthat I pour my love into.Here, Drink!

If I had to choose between all the books in the world and you, then I would choose to read your body for the rest of my life.

Writing poems is simply an excuse to remember You.

Listen.Do you see that you can’t hear snowfall?Look.Do you sensethat you can’t see love?Touch.Do you graspthat you can’t catch poems?Try.Smell this glass. Go on taste this cloud.These material senses won’t get you far untilyou feelthe velvet glove caress your soul.