for the betterment of us

you (the poet has found)

I shattered as if my weakness were you
I can't tell words, but I can't tell truths
How every aspect of your perfection, haunts my mind and turn poems into prose
Illicitly acts a flashback
To turn my attention towards you

As your hair refracts like waves
And your lips grasp words into their true shade
And every form of yourself excludes mistakes
It conquers, it reigns, and I cascade

How luxurious are your eyes, just staring into mine
It reveals how you transcend my heart and mind
Time after time

You defined a poet's desire
As I wrote, I observe and consider
I watched the birds, glanced at the sky
Because there's a fragment of you in every figure

You are a poem, you are a mystery
The aching bruises of the produced sound
Compared to a lost scene, you are not found

And a poet can never be clueless
They search pieces from the smallest to the most unknown beings
To conclude and prove that your heart belongs to me