Like the tigress watching her playing cub while napping, covered with sun rays that are blinding her. She opens her eyes wider at every sound, at every movement of the trees, air, soil… Protective. Alert. That is how you look at me. Wanting to save me from all that could harm me. Preventing my pain by loving me
Touch me with your bestial pupils, keep me in a floating air between us, clasp my shuddering thoughts below the moonlight captured in a candle jar.
Our goodnight spooning became goodbye turning away from one another, the farther we could, to the edges of the same bed.
Give my soul to Heaven to keep it, while I am becoming nothing but pleasure in your skilful hands of a sculptor.
My eyes, on occasions, would ablaze with excitement, hoping for the new love to let my sparkle free. It is my heart that needs a lot of persuasions because its pain will hurt no one but me …
Old wounds frighten me more than those that are ahead of me. I am afraid that the stitches might bleed again.
If only you can read me the way I read poetry.
Hug me, though I know it is fake. In cold winter nights even a snake feels warm, even lies sound as dreams fulfilled and love reciprocated.
If it stays, then it is love. If it ends, it's a love story.
Love is a bloody battle, and life—a ruthless war.
His gentle exploration in search of every freckle sparked the realization that love does not equal pain.
She looks at me and blames me for all of the ways that you don't love her.
I needed you like rain but you were afraid to fall.
She is twice as beautiful as the moon and all of the stars together.
Sometimes I feel You were a plot twist In my story You were my serendipity.
We are simple creatures seeking love who triumph in the dark and wilt against the light.
We are a puzzle meant to be arranged
These fragments, these shivers of my heart Are mere lifetimes enclosed in a minute
My poetry has been engraved with your name And my heart is by your memory scarred
Perhaps your desire will help her see what you see, but if she cheats on him with you, there’s a good chance she won’t leave him. And you’re left where she is with a jerk. Take it from a nice guy and a wallflower.