“Her eyes made me feel better.”

You’ll heal after this painful chapter.

I hope you could see how blind people see the world with their imaginations.

She was just my kind of poetry.

You’re always welcome if you find someone better than me.

She built walls to protect herself from intruders who made her feel unworthy.

Many people can write, but only the rare can understand the pain behind your unwritten emotions.

I still write poems about you, when I know you never write about me.

I wrote many poems about her and held her so close to my heart that she did not even knew a place there.

We forgive people in order to give peace for ourselves.

There’s always a chapter in our life that hasn’t been read.

Real love will make you blind, Like myself when I started to write poems about her.

The sun has risen, its beautiful and so are you.

Just like the moon and stars she was made of such wonder.

I was quiet, not blind, but very deep inside, I was hurt.

In his eyes, she was both poetry and literature.

And she has a deep soul that others fear to dive in.