Dear the luckiest guy in the world
I don't know what to call you now...

Tonight,
I am handing over my soul...

Once,
My pen asked me...

Not enough words,
To say sorry...

A young girl
With a broken flower in her hand...

Not a special occasion
Yet...

The time
A glass breaks...

Set me free
From this love...

It is morning,
Still...

My heart is so perplexed
Between the three girls I love...

My heart received a special gift
A day after my birthday...

So many people can write
We can call so many persons a poet...