If words be my lover
I would love it dearly
The curves, love the bends
Love the starts and the stops
Madness it is to call it love
But no other love affair been so insistent
None caught my imagination so high
Able to wake me in the mid of nights
To tell stories of the day
I lose the track of time
I lose myself to it
Strange strong affinity
To the letters, the meanings, the words
When all else go slumbering
It’s just you and I
The intimacy of writing
And the never ending possibilities
Of something new