sometimes, you think that you have a master of language enough to fully express the way you feel. yet when it comes to it, there doesn't seem to be enough words in this world to say what you feel. i am having one of those moments. but, being a poet, my coping mechanism is to create images or speak in metaphorical terms hoping that the understated exaggeration will do my feelings some justice. here is one of those pieces.
I want so
badly to
write you a love poem,
One that
truly tells of how my heart feels.
But somehow
writing a love poem feels like cliché
Because
simply saying I love you
Does not in
any way measure to what I really feel.
You see,
When I am
with you, waking up in the morning
Always feels
like yesterday was our first date;
I still get
those butterflies
Fluttering so
stubbornly inside of my stomach;
I still feel
foolish because of the sheepish smile that plasters itself on my face every
time that I think of you;
With no
explanation
And no
invitation.
My lips still
quiver whenever I try to say something smart
And my mind
reels with endless ways to constantly make sure that I give you the best,
My best.
You see,
If I simply
wrote you a love poem,
It would not
capture the fact that
With you,
I find no
point
in sleeping or dreaming
You have
become my dream
My never
ending tomorrow,
My forever.
I do not want
to write you just another love poem
Because I am
afraid to sound too silly
When I
highlight the fact that sometimes,
I find myself
scribbling your last name next to mine;
As I picture
what the little humans that we will create
Together will
look like.
I hope they
have the beauty of my eyes
But God, I
pray, they have the wisdom of your mind
And the
purity of your heart.
I know
That you have
not yet popped the question
But being
with you
Makes me feel
like this is already the rest of our lives
Awaiting an
ordination that only God can truly give.
Honey,
I don’t just
love you,
I adore you;
I am
magically sucked into every definition
Of you.
I am not
obsessed or possessed
Simply engulfed
into the beauty that is you;
Like a
collage of memories
That we
created together
Plastered
onto the very canvas of my soul
You and I
have become
one.
Honey,
I don’t just
love you,
I adore you;
I am
magically sucked into every definition
Of you.
I am not
obsessed or possessed
Simply
engulfed into the beauty that is you;
Like a
collage of memories
That we
created together
Plastered
onto the very canvas of my soul
You and I
have become
one.
My love,
time travel
is created
Every time
that your lips do that beautiful dance with my lips
Spiraling me
to a time when I was a little girl
Whose crush
just could not go away;
Under the
magical spell of the sound of words as they come out of your mouth;
every day,
ordinary words
yet seemingly so magical when you say them.
You see
If I simply
wrote you another love poem
I could end
up forgetting the fact that when I am with you
It never
really matters whether you smile at another girl
Because at
the end of the day I know
That it is me
who makes you happy.
No jealousy,
No insecurity,
No pointless
need for you to constantly prove yourself.
It’s crazy
how I thank God for all the scars in my past;
For every
single person who broke my heart,
Because you
were right there beautifully positioned to help me pick up the pieces.
You see, you
took broken
And made it
beautiful.
Curved me
into the woman I was really meant to be.
you are my
inspiration,
My motivation,
My very own
imperfect perfection.
I wish I
could say I love you
But saying
that
Would be a
gross under statement.
So I will
simply shut up and smile
And promise
that my heart is yours,
Just as yours
is mine.
So let us
leave those organs to converse
In a tongue forever
incomprehensible to the mind.
