Who am I? Who am I? I am whom anyone's heart sees in me. A gentle reflection of their inner beauty I am the queen of my tiny kingdom. I run difficult things so lightly without boredom. I'm like a busy fish swimming in a big ocean with no chance to sleep beyond I am a colorful butterfly flying in the garden giving a vivid ambiance to a candid paradise. I am like an eagle soaring calmly upon the highest skies during a storm. I am a woman of hope and love. In the turbulence of life, I can always survive. I love this temporary life, yet I am not afraid to die. I love to stay in the world yet am ready to leave upon the calling of time. My heart speaks with wishes and love. I dream of seeing my loved ones living their dreams so glad. What you see in me attests to my real personality. My imperfections and flaws speak my natural beauty. There is a kind of love within me many souls can define And there's such great love in my heart only to my soul-aligned. I am a cascade of laug

my love for you is like a vibrant spring of the virgin mountain. with the symphony of the colorful feathered birds it is moving at the empty space of the horizon of this fantastic universe i see your handsome face unto me smiling with too much grace i am so much overwhelmed to the gesture of your kind love i am so grateful to the wind blowing me onto your front my soul is with  a man who captivated my wishful heart teaching me what is the essence of a great and lasting love these feeling and emotion which breath to my core and to me whisper that my love for you is enigmatic..it is deep, pure and forever..

Till you breathe your last. Men, your muscle is a message of strength.  Yet your eyes are a symbol of your weaknesses. Your lips always convey your sweetness. You utter words with mystical magic. Your hearts throbs like a gentle thunder of love Its beat is melodious sound to listen to. Your touch is magnets of intimate desire. The passion of your eyes made us women insane. We cried when you captivated our hearts. We always need the sincerity of your Love. But of course, you men are always men. You are imperfect, weak, and vain. You need women to love you back. You love to be cared not nagged. In your flaws, you love to be understood. You love to be unconditionally loved, not owned. That's why men kept looking for women. Your hearts are non stop searching. For the haven of your wicked hearts You need your woman to stay till you breathe your last

This poem won silver. It is a heartfelt lyric of our cascading emotion. Flowing like the music of our expressive souls Great poetry isn't measured by the choice of words we've written. but how much emotions poured to which our hearts have spoken It is a sublime endowment from our good heaven. A depict of oozing emotions from our core within It is a burst of an endearing expressive emotion. A pearl of wisdom so clear moving our pens gently in motion A passionate creation that portrays a beautiful art A marvelous ancient art to preserve and last True talents never have to be jealous of other's art. Can't even dare to judge, so each one has to be glad. Our writing is definitely you and me. It is how what and who I am unto Thee Poetry is an art into which our souls should have... To breathe with the magic ink of love...

An expression of too many emotions of gladness and pains just likely a flowing spring of words from a wounded heart and injured.. a waltz of an inspiring spirit of joyfulness and a quiet sound of a running river of tears.. silent music of solitude.. a lullaby of nature so much in love and a shout of its ache and pain. It is a cry of an uncertain soul...a soft and a lovely breeze from the writer's thoughts caressing many hunger souls. It is a heart lyric from an unseen paradise of love dense and loaded with bursting emotion scattered by the wind of imaginations...magical words flow from our veins and blood. Its excellent penning receives a lot of praises and adoration ..giving soul to the terms is such great magic of poetry..a gracious line of wisdom from the gifted souls... a phrase of a moaning heart in agony.. an art of the ink crashed by the torment of love and the lessons of life, a mission to inspire the world ..it is a sentiment of the weird and the fool..yes we are.. it is