“When God made us and made this planet, He gave abundantly – a billion or more tiny exquisite gifts, spices, flavours, fragrances to make our existence incredibly pleasant. Though we experience pain, there are so many little gifts around us.”

– Dave’s close friend, his Robin

This blog is dedicated to my dearest friend whom I call my Robin, who left us far too soon. She inspired many poems that I wrote about friendship in this blog. She was also the one who first made me believe that I could be a real poet. We were like two stars in the galaxy that helped each other shine. We were like playful children, two dreamers. And I will always miss her. She loved this blog and my romantic poetry.

One of the important lessons I learned from our close friendship, among so many, is to use our words, if possible, to encourage and uplift. That’s exactly what she did for me, and I am so extremely grateful to her.

The images above remind me of our friendship. It was exactly what we saw in each other, the freedom, innocence, and fun found only in the childlike eyes of close friends. She often said I was like the childhood friend that she played with on the playground, who disappeared, and then returned and reunited with her.

The title of this blog is The Poet’s Love Letter. The poems herein may not be considered love letters as such, but they are all written with love. Listen as the muse of my Robin whispers a sweet song in your ear. May these words inspire you, too. ❤