“Let love cover me, just like the leaves on pavements like blankets in fall.”

The man who does not make a move will always be waiting. No paradise is given, only created.

Now go peacefully wherever you desire. The sun follows you.

Share my space, exist with me.

We create the light with our burning passion from deep inside.

Look inside yourself and you’ll find the answers that you’ve been searching for. It’s not buried in the opinions of anyone else.

Let me fall like Niagara Falls into your arms, in your presence I feel no storm just calm.

If you’re too afraid to love you’ll leave a whole universe behind.

Float in love don’t fall in it.

You can’t slam those strapped for cash in the slums forever.

I loved you beyond my thinking. What was I thinking?

I had something on my chest and my heart couldn’t hold it any longer – the reason I started writing poetry.

Don’t be shy my love come close not with body but with raw emotion.

Delve deeper into your dreams to capture the visualized, yet unseen.

I’ll accept your love with April showers on any given day. Our love is not just for one season.

Everything is attainable, first in the mind. Think differently and you will grow differently.

Love is just going until love is gone gone gone. But love will come back there’s no doubt about that.

Life is a metaphysical autumn, with time it changes the color of life and fall, but always has an aura of change and depth.

His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes the dusky window.

Two monks sit facing, playing chess on the mountain, The bamboo shadow on the board is dark and clear. Not a person sees the bamboo’s shadow, One sometimes hears the pieces being moved.

Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year.

A strip of water’s spread in the setting sun, Half the river’s emerald, half is red. I love the third night of the ninth month, The dew is like a pearl; the moon like a bow.

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.

Summer was felt a little more; in autumn I began to fall. When winter came with all its white, you were mine to kiss goodnight.