He was dying under
the moonlight of her smile
Dying to comfort her aches
Dying to relieve her pain
Dying to stop her tears
And he would use his last breath
to show her she was always
loved beautifully by his heart

I wrote so many poems
And LOVE quotes
Thinking of YOU on a
Virtual paper of laptop

What should have happened was
I should be writing
The same poems and quotes
On your bare skin
Behind your shoulder
In those cold nights
And under the candle light

I never wanted anyone
To read my poems except YOU
I do not want to store them
Anywhere, except
In between your chest and shoulder
Within the inner layers of
Your gentle heart - forever!

Instead what happened
That nor my fingers reached
Your skin of your back
Nor I touched your breast
Your heart palpitated inside
Waiting for my touch
And I kept on writing
Poems on the virtual
Paper of the laptop