The architect of fate we are
Onus is on us to strengthen the foundation
To build a structure, concrete, yet accommodating
And mend the cracks as soon as they appear
Sway with a rhythm of the residents
Masons fortifying the walls around
The dialogues reverberating all around
It’s not a house, where love does not reveal
Build monument of love, protected from nature’s fury

Never once has a
dictionary defined this
infatuation,
adoration,
l  o  v   e.

(Triolet)


I met your words the other day
those words spoke, only to me
they took my fears away
I met your words the other day
holding the meaning to all I wished to say
comforting me in a way I'd never been
I met your words the other day
those words spoke only, to me

I never thought someone could love me like you.
Since when did the love songs make sense.
I dream about spending every last moment by your side.
I write, and write, and write about how your eyes look into mine
and how I love how our hands intertwine
I've finally found my muse.

I wake up to "to her" poems and know that someone actually cares.
The joyous eternity we will share
You write and write and write about how I'll forever be yours.
Let's spend forever on the beachline shores.
You've made me your muse, and I've never been so great-full
I love you