I BELIEVE IN YOU

I feel you in my words,

My pen lives you,

With joy, the ink portrays you,

With love, my poetry captures you.

WHERE ARE YOU?

Every word questions me,

Every line searches you,

Every diary wants to see you,

My every poetry craves you.

WHO ARE YOU?

Do I know the answer?

Or am I still questioning myself?

Will I be able to answer them?

Or do I not want to answer?

IS THERE YOU?

I've never sank in those pair of ocean blue eyes,

I've never been held in those strong arms,

I've never been touched by those kissable lips,

I have never been to that lovely paradise.

THEN, HOW DO I DESCRIBE YOU?

I've never felt that hand in my hand,

I've never seen that body of yours,

I've never smelt that heavenly cologne,

I've never felt that touch of yours.

BUT I KNOW YOU.

My heart skips a beat each time I write about you,

My lips form a curve, each time I mention you,

My mind goes wild, each time I picture you,

My body craves you, each time I think of you.

I THINK I'VE SEEN YOU.

I've felt the situations when I write about you,

The way we meet, the way we see each other,

The way our hearts stops when we stare,

The way it goes right through our souls.

I HAVE FELT YOU.

I've felt the burning sensations when my words describe your touch,

I've felt your breath  when I pictured your face near mine,

I've felt the softness of your fingers when they touched my cheeks,

I've felt your nose touching mine when you deepened the kiss.

MY SENSATIONS WERE YOU.

My mind felt your presence each time I had a pen,

My heart felt your heartbeat each time the ink was poured on the page,

My body felt your touch each time I wrote a word about you,

My soul believed in your existence each time my poetry completed you.

I BELIEVE IN YOU.