Listen.
Do you see
that you can’t hear snowfall?
Look.
Do you sense
that you can’t see love?
Touch.
Do you grasp
that you can’t catch poems?
Try.
Smell this glass.
Go on taste this cloud.
These material senses won’t get you far until
you feel
the velvet glove caress your soul.

All kinds of people read poetry: revolutionaries, scholars, sentimentalists etc. But above all else, lovers read poetry. Why? Because we fell in love. And then we fell in love with love.

Love is a snowflake for no two are ever the same.

The only thing necessary in this world is love. Everything else is secondary.

My mind is being consumed by you.
My body is longing for you.
Just one touch or a kiss,
And I shall be satiated for a thousand years.

Knowing you,
I became mindless.
Having wasted previous wishes,
I'm riddled with regrets

Feeling you,
I became hopeless.
Adrift in chasms,
I surrender to a caress.

Loving you,
I became love.
My universe became love.
Planets rotate on love's axes and
apples fall to be near their beloveds.

No longer a rationalist, I assert my existence with love.
I love, therefore
I exist,
therefore I
love.