And when I write about you each day,
I wonder how easily the words come to me.
As though they flow from the heart, silently
like the placid waters running down the stream.
All these years I have filled the pages with
your thoughts written in an indelible ink.
I promise no greater power in this entire
universe can dare to erase these stories.
Built on the foundations of my imagination
is this palace made of the sentences that I wrote.
Carefully stringing the pearls onto an invisible thread,
I have created this fictional world around you.
But how much do I really know you, and
what if all this is a mere illusion?
If you turned out to be someone different and if
my imagery drifted from the reality, what then?
Sure a part of me would be disappointed
and even angry with myself for hoodwinking.
Yet, for the happiness of etching your name on
my memories, I will never cease to write about you.