A poet must see through each veiled deception,
And read the truths that smiling lips conceal;
"She said, ‘I love you, ' with such sweet affection,
He smiled and said, ‘My love for you is real.'
...
May you think of me
As I think of you
May you dream about me
As I dream of you
...
I have been
mysteriously silent
in the subject of love.
Not empty.
...