There are things about you
I want to understand,
but just cannot,
and there are things about you
that I understand
without understanding.
You are to me
what a rain is to a dry land,
what a fragrance is to a flower,
what a moon is to a dark sky,
do they ever get bored
of your repeating appearances,
no,
in fact that one night
when the moon decides to sleep,
the sky feels so lonely, as if
it has lost its core.
And I am like that sky
I always want you,
no matter what shades or shapes you grow into,
because never once I tried too understand you,
but rather I always tried to feel you, a moment more.
I wrote this poem while writing an answer for quora. I just took a deep breathe and that is what I exhaled.
