Who writes poem these days?
I know, I know
it's old fashioned
cringey, cliche.

can't help it
as this time, it's different.
To pen down my thoughts
for my love

You are a riddle.
To decipher you
is a gamble
I'd pursuit endlessly

Your voice is a melody
I want to hear daily.
Your tone - the sea,
it calms me.

You mind is a forest
I don't mind getting lost.
are we opposite?
but I love it the most

Hoard all these memes;
none can compete
the happiness I feel
when we meet.

Butterflies when you say
you love me too.
Last year was better
because of you.