I loved how he waved his hand
the way he called my name
for that very first time
it was all surreal
I could still remember
how bothered all  butterflies
were in my stomach

I loved how he held my hand
the way he kissed me on my forehead
and the moment he whispered
‘I love you’ on my ears
it all happened in a snap;
a minute I’d love to recall
all my life

I loved how he stared at me
the way he puts his hands
in his pockets
I used to think he had
all my smiles
in there
safe to be cherished by him

I loved how he
laid his armors
the way he shielded
all the roads I had to walk through
for in his arms
I always find the sweetest haven of all

I loved everything about him
even when he had to say
the most bitter word
I had to hear

and I wonder
how could this word
has goodness in it
when it has always been
a ‘bye’
in its end.

I wanted to write
a letter
put all my feelings
no color could describe

I wanted to write
a letter
and tell how much
I cried
at nights

I wanted to write
a letter
and shout all
the love and pain
I couldn't tell
you

I couldn't,
I wouldn't
because I know
I shouldn't.

I just wanted
to write
you
in a letter
fold it in a half,
seal it

and then
leave it there

between the pages
of the most
painful lines
of my old
fave book

-to remind me that
this story - our story
wouldn't take its risk
to reach the happy
ending.

I wrote your name
on a piece of paper
folded it like a boat
and let it go
along the water
under the rain.

I used to love
how these tiny drops
kissed my skin,
but today's wind's
far different from
the ions brought
by the breeze

For along with that
little paper boat
I've made

are the hopes
of
you
and
me.

a lil girl asked her mom
one summer  night,

"Mom, why can't we just
love those you love us
and unlove those
who don't?"

glittered eyed
her mom answered,

"My child,
truth is...

it isn't love
until it demands
no love in return.

it isn't love
until it is painful."

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“Why do I love” You, Sir?
Because—
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer—Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.

Because He knows—and
Do not You—
And We know not—
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so—

The Lightning—never asked an Eye
Wherefore it shut—when He was by—
Because He knows it cannot speak—
And reasons not contained—
—Of Talk—
There be—preferred by Daintier Folk—

The Sunrise—Sire—compelleth Me—
Because He’s Sunrise—and I see—
Therefore—Then—
I love Thee—