Valentine Poem

The stars burn from my desire,

The sun moves around my lovely,

In my heart burns your cherished fire,

Who needs Juliet when I have thee?

... Surely not me...

My other side

The moon is an angel,

With the white, her wings,

The gray, her halo,

And the stars, her jewels.

The sun is a deamon,

Breathes fire to live,

Burning hot temper,

A stare to kill.

One cannot live without

the other;

Opposite and same,

Two sides of one.

Ode to my love

Rain cannot wet me,

Fire cannot burn,

When I am with you,

The only one I yearn.

The oceans are mere puddles,

Smaller still are the sea,

Who cares about Juliet,

I already have thee..

Over You

Dawn is here, finally,

After months of tormenting night,

The moon's pale beauty; moonlight,

blinded more than this traveller's sight.

The betraying moon is now set,

The flowing skies are now clear,

Of forty days nights, of heavenly tears,

But rejoice! Atlast, the sun is here.