Poetry,
I hear you every time my heart beats...

I see the blues in the skies
with every passing cloud...

Dear,
you are like old gunpowder...

Can I tell you something?
Sometimes, you are a sheep...

I want to sing,
oh love...

In the road, I saw couples
like tu, too, two...

What on Earth? A rain drop on my hand
A gift from Heaven itself!? Oh wait...

one night
it dawn on me...

Hey, here. Come forward. Step into this field.
Have your head held high, high above the ground...

May be I was a blanket for the sky:
obscure too dark... filled with light...

when I am in pain, you are in pain
But the pain you feel...

Sure, sure!
I was a flower and you were like a bee...