A poet's sorrow is missing his pen and paper

"with mine eyes I've desired a many, but with mine heart I've loved only thee "

...of the past are memories not worth the treasures, they are miseries passed by time,the future is worth anticipating.

When I was lost in love, you found me.

A patient heart isn't desparate,it haste not to find love,it waste not to failed relationships,
its' reward is true love.

Love is always the heart's successful charmerer.

Poetry is my life and my life is poetry.

A working relationship is like a lifetime investment,you reap all the good including that which you sowed not.

If life had an edit button not being perfect would've been a crime.

I've always wondered why love chose me as its' punching bag.