“I wait for you in moments I cannot see. -Unrequited.”

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.

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

My days are a series of “I wish you were here” moments – All my roads lead to you.

A million ways I have pondered upon what your eyes convey -but this time, I wouldn’t. -There is beauty in stillness.

I dream of you in constellations.

And remember people: you might not be plastic, but you are fantastic!

You are something I am trying to love; Not something I am trying to survive.

When will I realize the absence of hate is not love?

When you awaken to your silent nature there is a realization that you are happy without being someone, that you love without loving someone. This love includes everything.

When the mind is empty of the “me”, the heart is full of love.

Please forgive me, I know not what I do. Please forgive me, I can’t stop loving you.

Living is the art of loving. Loving is the art of caring. Caring is the art of sharing. Sharing is the art of living. If you want to lift yourself up, lift up someone else.