A beautiful soul is more preciousthan a hundred beautiful faces.

‪These ivory spaces‬‪between those somber lines ‬‪I saved them just for you.‬

Poetry is a silent revolution.

And the silver of your lipscould never match the gold of your words.

All those feelings were set ablaze by the ink.

While we kept on dancingour souls delicately embraced.

Melancholy skies and empty fields of goldgrey clouds and emeralds days our love in piecescaptured only by poems (of mine).

All I’ve ever wanted was a home so I could rest;but even the years were left empty with no heart to call my ownand suddenly I realised the truth,that the words I keptwere the only way to forget.

If you truly love someone, you'll never get tired of meeting his soul all over again for the first time.