I need conversations filled with laughter followed by bursts of love after. The last time I tried to recite this poem to you, I couldn’t get the words out. I somehow couldn’t get the words right. Slow-paced piano music gently echoes in the background. The notes keep echoing while I try to patiently pen this down. I am convinced, that the sun came out just to impersonate the warmth of your aura. I’ve kept your fingerprints pressed between the pages of my favourite author’s book. Somewhere between the prologue and chapter five. Where the protagonist almost died but luckily stayed alive. I wanted to become a poem, the day I realised that words could hold you, have you, touch you. You are the stars that my night sky longs to hold. You and I are meant to be. Your love and laughter have liberated me. I want to heal your wounds while carefully embracing your scars. I know you feel broken, so let me kiss you where it hurts. I’ll arrive to the other parts of your alluring anatomy, eventually. Let me breathe life into you. Let me prove to you that ecstasy is something we all need to go through. Poetry rests on the curves of your lips, so how can I not love the meaningful things you always say? My eyes will recite to you the poetry that is written on the pages of my heart. I need conversations filled with laughter followed by bursts of love after. To write about you is to keep your presence alive within the unseen parts of me. You are the reason why my heart feels free. Your love and laughter have liberated me.