Feathery dust everywhere surrounds me and as I breathe it in I breathe the scent of your skin, O’ thee I am lovesick and homeless ~

I have lit the samovar and poured myself tea in a cup with a few sugar cubes in it, my love is gone and I am all alone singing a melody out of tone ~

There I was, fevered from the bitterness of your absence, cold, desperate for your being remedy; I would give every part of my soul to have you back, even the broken pieces of I.

She have lit the fire and I threw myself upon it. O’ heart be her lover O’ fire emblaze.

You are the sun before risethe sun before setthe moon before lightthe sea before shoreflower before floresome before thingYou are everything

If I could show you what’s in my heart; I am very certain that you wouldn’t mind. Letting go and holding on is what I am trying to do, I pray you are not feeling...

I get up and all what surrounds me is hazy. There are spirals by my feet am I sane or have I gone crazy?

Writing poetry was not my thing, for you my love every bit of my heart had to sing.

I have loved you without a reason beyond the limits of common sense and I have named you as my precious, my dream and my hope. And I have loved you in every poem that...

She is nothing and everything, she is every heartbeat and every heartbreak, she is the joy and she is the sadness ~