A young girl has taken my heart away
She is too young this time younger than the new moon and so much full of life even death fears such liveliness and poetic energy
She burst out like a volcano so fiercely that all my romanticism exploded at once
Life itself lost its charm except her unbelievable existence
She makes me vulnerable
I give her all my attention
My soul was not at peace still
Agitating by everyone around
I wish mountains and seas to take us far off into the unknown
Where I can look at her as long as to eternity
Say something o love
Is she going to come back?
I don’t even know her
I was too afraid to ask
She is probably sixteen
Extremely beautiful
Magical eyes
Rosy lips and bustling cheeks
Her simple smile takes my breath away
When I think about her after she is not longer present
I have shortness of breath when she comes to my mind
I struggle to breathe while thinking about her
I gasped for air distracting my thoughts from her being
It takes physical and mental exhaustion just to forget about her
But she comes back in my mind as soon as I forget about her
She has taken all my hopes away and made a fool of myself
Why I can’t stop falling in love?
Why it has to be me? Of all men in the world?
Why I suffer, the lover, the artist not the work of art
Art is purely objective in ignorance
Oh love, how to express?
I have no words but emotions
Extraordinary sentiments
How irresistible my passions were about her sweet pink lips
I wanted to suck them in my mouth and choke her to pleasures
Why she is so young and pretty?? What is youth?
I am young too but she is like the wind of April
The spring and scent of blossoming flowers
Her eyes like the pearls stretched wide and deep like the ocean
I drowned by looking into her eyes so refreshing and reinvigorating that the sun hides behind clouds
The moon too afraid to show up in her godlike presence
Who is she? Where she come from?
My heart flutters
All is in vain
Love is not a child’s play
This poetic aspirations are immoral but truthful to its Nobel cause Which I am unable to grasp for the time being?
The Portrait of an Artist 