The soul of a poet is dark; for only darkness can bring emotio… and through emotions, words sprout like flowers from a s…

As I lay down to sleep, I dream o… I see the green grass blowing by t… and the mountains in the distance… I smell the bountiful scent of hea… and in the distance I hear the fam…

My soul walks between the world of the living and the world of the… only to hear cries of those who have passed before me. Their sorrowful wails drown in my…

As I walk into the streets of the… I see the buildings that surround… I see children playing in the str… I hear the hawkers selling their w… I hear the men bartering for the…

Oh sweet Nectar of Love the taste is nothing beyond compar… Your juice flows like heavenly wa… How it quenches my thirst! Let me taste you My Love

A poet’s heart is more than flower… it is a deep cavern that has reach… and continue until there is no mo… there is no more water to crash on… there is no more air to breathe bu…

In the Hills of Scotland lived a… who watched over this flock faithf… He had hair as black as cool and e… little did this bonnie lad know that he had stolen the heart of a…

As I look out into the rain Sadness engulfs my heart thoughts of you from long ago fill my mind. Those thoughts are full of happine…

Tho distance separates by thousand… my heart calls out in a longing cr… that only you can answer it longs to hear your voice In my dreams you are not so far