Love, you are unfamiliar to me
but I know
you are not a stranger.

I know I’ve already met you somewhere,
perhaps when I was still a homeless wind
in the past life.

That one February morning
when I patted your cheeks
or you caught me into your lungs
and released me again.
I know, I can feel it, I was once a part of you.

And I just know it when once you laughed,
there was a heavenly crisp
of violins and piano playing.
It made me float with a gentle delight,
all the clocks slowed down,
all the colors went vibrant and bright.

I saw how the world revolved around you,
and the sun bowed down its heat and boasted its light
how the grasses in the green field
followed the scent of your hands,
swaying with the cool summer waltz.

I watched as your breaths blew the dandelions,
then your silence sang with the voice of the brook.
And when you smiled, all the colours of the roses
started to bloom.

But do you know what I like the most, my Love?
It’s your existence alone that makes the stars fall
now and again,
when you have to be somewhere far from me
and that I have to endure
the hours of wishing to see you again.
A breath-taking show of lights at night
encouraging me to be vigilant
teaching me the art of patience.

So, now, I know, you taught me
how to feel that kind of love
when an innocent child worships
the beauty of a tiny butterfly.

a love that knows no time or space.
a love that is purely felt.

This is the love
I feel for you.