Love,
Water me with hopes as if I were that flower moved...

It seems today the force is calling me.
It ask that I should write a sonnet...

I wanted to run,
to run towards the edge of tomorrow...

There's an apple tree in my backyard.
I watered it not...

Someday, your eyes will be
two coffins in the cemetery...

Should I say it?
Should I...

When poets need a helping hand,
you’ll see that Mister Darcy stands...

A constant poetical struggle
is to stroll through barren, forsaken stations...

Like leaves in oaks, I'll learn to fall
from branches short or from to tall...

“Is there a Heaven after Death?
A place so beautifully blessed...

Ever wonder
whether Everlasting exist...

If in between your lips, a butterfly laid still
Still as if your lips were two petals: carmine...