You have proven yourself to me time and again.

I will always love you.

Something was happening between us.

Just a poem about waking up in the morning and going about a normal day. All the thoughts that one might be thinking of during it.

A poem about life in general and how our actions each day mold the path that we follow. Both good and bad together forming the life we live.

This is just a drop in the ocean.

It is just a drop in the ocean.

No tears for the lost…not when there isn’t any left…

You suffer for her love.

The moth’s love is not for the lamp
nor Night bird’s love is for stars
both of them love for their luminous emissions
Infatuation drives them crazy.