Of Lines And Poetry

Poetry

You are a poetry in motion
Your eyes are the verses.
Your existence is a wonder
Lines after lines
Stanza after stanza
Found myself enticed, captivated.

Our fate may not rhyme
How i hope it'll give us time
Time for me to understand your depth
Time for you to cage me in your realm

You, yourself is an art
That brings color to my life
Your words are quill to my heart
My oxygen to breathe, anchor to survive

You are my free verse poem
No jargons nor deep words
Yet I can't seem to decipher
A labyrinth, an enigmatic one.

This feeling isn't ephemeral
Nor a fleeting one.
Love's a poem written in books
That'll stand through test of time
For i had known it was yours since time immemorial

You are my peace, my tranquility
But also the one that kindles the fire in me.
The cause of my euphoria
Forever will be willing to be in your utopia

Please meet me where the skies kisses the sea
Hold my hand as we run far and free
Kiss my forehead as we watch the sun set
Hug me as we stare how stars dance, as the moon rests.

I am not a poet nor a writer
It's just me, your silent lover.
Kept and hidden through bunch of words
Wanting to be free, wanting to enter your world.

You are my poem
But i am not the writer
Afterall, I am just another reader
Of a poem destined to be understood by another.