I could pen you aesthetic poems, my moon, that may sound out of tune in your ears,
But I will etched it intricately to unveil the runes with the magic of my heart.
I will write painless words in verses about you with my angst about how I feel.
A crude balderdash I will bleed to evince the unspoken message of my love;
‘Cause I love you like my pen I use to cast love dusts to ghoulish mess,
And I love you like how the unlovely chaos turned into divine.
Like masterpieces I have read from famous poets in the land,
That is as beautiful as the way your soul shone upon.
Like the love of a frustrated damsel for her pen and paper,
I long for my name to be immortalized in your memory.
My love, I love you like poems bestrewed with elixir, never-ending,
For as long as I have life, I will inscribe my love for you deep in my soul,
In my mind and my heart, that even death cannot nullify.
Hear the silent intertwining piece of a loving poetess.

~lox albi