Love is a snowflake for no two are ever the same.

The only thing necessary in this world is love. Everything else is secondary.

All kinds of people read poetry: revolutionaries, scholars, sentimentalists etc. But above all else, lovers read poetry. Why? Because we fell in love. And then we fell in love with love.

Fell in love first,
Fell in love quickly—Like I was pushed.
Fell in love next,
Fell in love slowly—Like I was strolling.
Falling in love now
And feeling crazy.
Thinking of closing my eyes
And jumping.

Think the tree that bears nutrition:
though the fruits are picked,
the plant maintains fruition.
So give all the love you have.
Do not hold any in reserve.
What is given is not lost; it shall return.

My mind is being consumed by you.
My body is longing for you.
Just one touch or a kiss,
And I shall be satiated for a thousand years.