Landscape And Poetry

On one hand, she looks strong, cool and collected like she is ready for anything or anyone. This is what she appears to most people. But I know something most people do not. She is also weak. My lips could melt her, make her weak on the knees. Someone I should protect, keep close to my arms. She is gentle … Read more ...

Looking into your beautiful eyes,
I know I am finally home
I can see our past, present and future
There are a lot of things I want to tell you

I want to be your smile, when you are sad
Your strength when you are weak
Your warmth when you are cold
Your hope when you feel insecure

I promise … Read more ...

I’ve developed a taste for soft lips. The type of lips where I wake up and have an insatiable feeling to kiss it. Where my lips press onto your lips, and the world does not seem to matter. All that is left is my lips touching your lips. A feeling of connection starts with my lips to your lips, with … Read more ...

I have a dreamer’s eyes. It sees far into the future and far into the field. I have a dreamer’s eyes, and they are beautiful. But all people dream. We all close our eyes and dream of who we want to be. We all know that these dreams are nothing more than illusions of vanity. For to have dreamer’s eyes … Read more ...

There were no ordinary days when I was with you. Perhaps our souls had already intertwined before I even knew it. They must have said “I want you” way even before our bodies and minds could comprehend what was happening. We smile too much when we were together, honestly.

It was kind of annoying.… Read more ...