I'm missing you like crazy
I think I'm going mad
I simply can't stop thinking
of the special times we had.

Each moment lasts an hour

Each hour lasts a day
The clock is ticking slowly
Just because you went away.

I need you here beside me
I just want to see your face
To feel your precious heartbeat
And be lost in your embrace.

I gaze out of the window
And look up at the moon

I play the waiting Game
And hoping you'll be here soon.

They say hope springs eternal
Well I only hope it's true
For I can't bare the emptiness
That comes from missing you.

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute.

We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.

And the human race is filled with passion.

And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.

But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

~John Keating* ( Dead Poet's Society,1989 )

There are three groups of chocolates:

Dark chocolates, milk chocolates & white chocolates.

Chemically speaking chocolates is the perfect food.

All I need is love & a little chocolate now & then.

Chocolate doesn't make the world go around,

but it certainly is a ride worthwhile.

I could give up on chocolates, but I’m not a quitter.

Strength is the ability to break a chocolate bar in to four pieces,

with your hands & then eat one of those pieces.

I don't want to go another day so I'm telling you exactly what is on my mind.

Seems like everybody is breaking up, throwing their love away.

I know I have got the best thing right here waiting for me.

You know how to appreciate me baby, that’s why I am saying.

Nobody's going to love me better, I must stick with you longer.

Nobody's going to take me higher; I must stick with you stronger.

Nobody ever made me feel this way; I must stick with you forever.

The art of losing isn’t hard to master

So many things seem filled with the intend to be lost that their loss is no disaster

Lose something everyday, accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent

Even losing you, the joking voice a guester I love

It’s evident the art of losing is not too hard to master

Though it may look like, write it like disaster

Strange things happening, no one is true.

People tend to be cruel, having an intention of hurting others feelings.

They are happy when they bring out tears on others eyes.

Love is on where to be seen, sorrow is filled up all around.

Life is spent in such a mean world, blaming one is no use.

Suffering should not be so immense, let god show mercy on cruel people.

I am sleeping in night in the middle of a good dream.

When all at once I wake up from something that keeps knocking at my brain.

Before I go insane I hold my pillow to my head, and spring up in my bed screaming out the words I dread.

I think I love you, but I am so afraid that I am not a love that has no cure for.

Is this what life is made of. Though it worries me to say that I never felt this way.

Believe me you really don’t have to worry, because I only want to make you happy.

If you say go away, I will. But I think I better stay around and love you.

Do you think I have a case let me ask you to your face.

I don’t know what is all this about, but I got so much to think about.

Do you think you love me?