It will take me some thousand rhymes to find you, and it will feel like I have known you, for a thousand poems…
And so, I will write you so meticulously
I will shape you through my chaotic poetry
Only to get closer
To what I know will be way further
Than what I have pictured.
For you will never rhyme, with my imagery
Yet, I will still fall, for your irresistible reality…
Some day.
Until then, I’ll be writing you a thousand poems
And with every rhyme written,
A step closer to you…
But I wonder…
Will you be writing me too?
