"Every heart must have its privatebestseller book."

"I wish to stay drenchedforeverin those rain-blue eyesin those...soul-reaching crystalsnot moving a musclenor breathingjustsavoringthis turquoise acheagainst my heart."

"To fall in love with someone's thoughts - the most intimate, splendid romance."

"If I began to drawmyself away from youwe'd still be liketwo mixed colors of paintimpossible to separate."

"Poetrymelts my bones.enters my blood.and changesits composition."

"Whatever you dobe gentle with yourself.you don't just livein this worldor your homeor your skin.you also livein someone's eyes."

"I live there...Far above the song-filled clouds,where the dewdrops touch my skin so bareI live there."

"The splendid thingabout falling apartsilently...is thatyou can start overas many timesas you like."

"A single poemis worth a hundredcozy winter nightskind wordsand healed wounds."

"The nights would be orphaned without the sound of crickets chirping."

"I writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you."

"Your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide."

"May youalways haveopenbreezy spacesin your mind."

"Love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers."

"Look athow deeply flawedwe areand yet capable of lovingso perfectly."

"My poetry is merely a body.you are the soul in my words."

"Poems are invisible flowers on my skin."

"How these words, wait to diein the arms of all the poetry..yet to be written."

"Moonlight disappears down the hillsmountains vanish into fogand i vanish into poetry."

"How....will I ever truly depict you?You're perfect, my writing isn't."

"The sapphire depthof my own love...startlesand warmsand wounds my soul."

"When it comes to lovedo not eversettle for anythingless than magical."

"When whisperedwhat an exquisitesong, it makes-your name."

"There is a moon,that rests in the quiet cornersof a lover's lips."

"I have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June."

"Some words bring warmthjust bybeing next to each other."

"May my touchalways...be tenderas i would strokemother's cheekswhen she cried."

"I live there...where the birds are infiniteeverywherewhere they fleeit's a place your eyes can wanderbut never seeWhere everyone accepts me,Without any pretenseIt's a place your mind can picturebut never really comprehend."

"The onewho will jolt awakeall the unwrittenthe unsungand the unlived in me. i am waitingfor him."

"There is some achingthat will only heal...in the mosque of sleep."

"Leave me a smilejust warm enough...to spend a milliongolden afternoons in."

"Love, bemysticalas the flickering blue flameof nightas the fully-awokenmoonbeneath cobwebsof passing cloudsamidst chantinghigh-tidesfuzzy,as my blanketbig enough to illuminate a hundredthousand billion galaxiesand just small enough to fitinto my embrace."

"You are here.the moontides are here.and that's all that matters."

"Even in the loneliest momentsi have been therefor myself."

"I am filled time and againwith a heart-aching wonder when I thinkof the fireand frost of memoriesof the everlastingnessof lovethe solace of familyand the power of prayer."

"Tell me..how do you stand there?filling the doorway....of my life."

"When I write...I am in the fond armsof a childhood friendupon whose colorful heart I can hang the charcoal drawingsof my woes."

"There is somethingmystically sadand beautifulabouthowi will neversee youagainbut meet youagain and againin poetry."

"All my lifei have looked for poemsto elope with."

"A single poemthe thing that can keep melight on my feet,when my soul isheavy with sorrow."

"I will forever be collidingwith a billion unnamedundiscovered stars, each of uson our own orbital paths."

"If I'm not around I hope you'll remember me and together we will hold on to our favorite song."

"Some poems frothand foam and rise...out of my morning cup ofmist-sweetened coffee."

"Like a speeding trainI am passing by...I don't knowwhere I'm headingwith whom or whyall I know is thatI will never, everpass from here againall I know is I'm skidding forwardon this track of life."

"I had embraced you...long before i hugged you."

"To be a poet meansto live with a permanent wound forever susceptibleto either the shade of the skyor someone's eyes."

"And the afterglow...of your gaze...is the onlysweater that I need."

"May your love for me be likethe scent of the evening seadrifting inthrough a quiet windowso i do not have to runor chase or fall... to feel youall i have to dois breathe."

"The saddest thing is to bea minute to someone,when you've made them your eternity."

"It was the kind of moonthat I would want to send back to my ancestorsand gift to my descendantsso they know that I too,have been bruised...by beauty."