Love is like dried flowers sometimes. Even though you watch the petals shrink and change colour, you cannot help treasuring them

Flowers enshrine my heart between their petals; that's why my heartbeats love them so much

Love is the heart of a heart

Lovers are the best birds in the world when they know how to fly higher...

Passion lingers on a state of bliss
Love loves you more when you kiss

Every morning
before the birds start
trilling me their stories,
I give birth to a new love
through my same old heart
when a lake’s placidity
finds life in the swans breath
Only for you...

From the poem 'Only For You