the saddest thing is to bea minute to someone,when you've made them your eternity.

funny how our heartswere designed to loveso fiercely.but break ever so gently.

there is some achingthat will only heal...in the mosque of sleep.

my dear, I have nothing to say.my heart burns like the evening sky.

There is somethingmystically sadand beautifulabouthowi will neversee youagainbut meet youagain and againin poetry.

you are ever the only onei want to giveall the peachesin my heart tothe only one by whomi want them bruised.

slow down, oh sweet tearsflowing nectar...down my lashes' tipssomedaysomeone will kiss you away,even before you can reach my lips.

love canembellish its beginningsing its blossomingand engrave its eternitiesbut can never explain its loss.