Sometimes a poem is written before it starts sometimes it ends before it is written
My love found you before my poem. My soul was one with you before you knew it


as i learnt to write it in to song
Sometimes a poem writes itself
Before a single word is known
Sometimes it ends before it breathes
Like a seed already sown

My love found you in the dark
Before my pen could trace your name
My soul was dancing in your heart
Long before you felt the flame

Sometime just before the start
You were written in my art
Love was living in my core
You were mine, sometime before

No need for pages, no need for rhyme
We were written outside time
I found you in a silent lore
You were mine…
Sometime just before
My soul was one with you
Before you ever knew
The poem was always true…
Sometime… just before