“Perfect was sick of being called an “illusion” so it refined itself to “Loving You”. -Glories with you.”

The way he holds the night sky in his eyes is the reason* why I love stars so much. -Astrophile in Love.

I have worn lies like a poem in disguise I have fallen stars embedded in my eyes, a hope that you upon wish when you look into those them but instead they die the burden when you deny. -Betrayal.

You were a lovely dream to me but you see, my dreams were never mine to catch up on. – Circumstances.

The moon is not bound to make any sense to me yet always it reminds me of you. -Choosing you.

Don’t you see how the stars watch me love you and blushes in twinkles? – The Universe is with Us.

I have heard a lot about love but I’m still learning to spell it, a bit by bit every day by getting, to know you better. -The Loving.

Maybe I met you not for being together always but to know that there is someone like you in this world. -Grateful.

I was lost in those sunsets in your eyes and when I was finally found, I was sunshine myself. -The person you made me.

Would you still mind if I loved you a little longer? After all, I learned it from the moon to be still there in the sky even if the nights are over. -Moonchild.

They call me a poet, but I’m just a victim of the memories we share and a great observer of the universe of us.

We tried to rhyme you and me parallels as in sky and sea timeless we were but lifetime apart but you’re still right here within my heart.

The night is over me and I am breaking again into memories of us.

I understand why did you say that I’ve got you because even where you’re not here, you crawl to me like a memory. – A memory.

Sometimes, “I love you’s” are just hard words ’cause they make me regret that I’m not at that moment beside you. – Distances.

Do you see how the sky holds the stars so softly so that they twinkle till eternity? Sky,”I’ll never let you go”

Feeling understood by one particular person is like holding a universe that solely belongs to you.

If only we can give them faith that mountains can be moved, they will accept the illusion that mountains are moveable, and thus an illusion may become reality.

We’re all mad, the whole damned race. We’re wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we’re all mad and in solitary confinement.

The world is an illusion, but an illusion which we must take seriously.

If most of us remain ignorant of ourselves, it is because self-knowledge is painful and we prefer the pleasures of illusion.

The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.

Religion is an illusion of childhood, outgrown under proper education.

A great deal of intelligence can be invested in ignorance when the need for illusion is deep.

He gives you illusion that has the appearance of truth. I give you truth in the pleasant disguise of illusion.