The problem with you
is that you are always right...

You don't know love
just like you don't know...

I woke to the smell of coffee
Seeping through my broken heart...

I will never envy the dead
though they sleep without a thought...

When he walks into the room
my heart delights, though in a way suppressed...

A yellow beauty
the little sunshine blooming...

Dedicated to Uncle Steve Kepros of Iowa, USA
I wish I had Gibran's hand...

Sometimes when I look at you,
my eyes would linger upon your smile...

I'm wrong to finish a story
that never would ever begin...

Jellyfishes on the shore,
they're washed away by heavy waves...

I love you.
Now I'm boldly saying it...

If tomorrow I must leave
I have to tell you now...