and then I look deep into your eyes and we melt into each other and enjoy that melting, like those things that belong together... (fragment from Passion beneath, chapter Passion)
A lost soul caught in the agony of life and madly enchanted by beauty... (Excerpted from Tears of pain, chapter Pain)
I must have been a poet, that might justify the high sensibility drifted apart. But then, I ask myself: βWhat is a poet without his voice of happiness?β βWhat is a poet when his sensibility is found in nothing but fatal solitude and deep melancholy?!β My beliefs pour into unfounded questions of my soul's floated songs. (Excerpted from Tears of pain, chapter Pain)
I loved it, ... when I could turn your soul, master your thoughts, paint your heart in the colors of my dreams and make you forget about your sorrow... (Excerpted from My confession, chapter Pain)
And kiss me ... As the eternity is swallowed in one second And that second lasts forever ... (fragment from And then my love, chapter Passion)
Tolerating my own desires is one of my biggest torments, always dreaming, ridiculously perfect (Excerpted from Silent pain, chapter Pain)