And here I am again,
Sitting in wonder, thinking,
Of all the exuberant dreams I’ve had,
As I look at you,
Your irises, golden orbs defying the sun,
Radiating a warmth that reminds me of spring,
Which reminds me that seasons,
Are short lived..
Then again.. everything is..
So is our time..
And I need to tell you, and soon,
How my heart throbs to the beat of your name,
Like that’s the only thing that keeps it alive,
And all my poems are an ode,
That would immortalise you, my love,
And with each passing breath,
I’m praying for just enough time,
So I could write my love for you,
On the air that wraps you
And lingers around you like tulip fragrance,
Long after I’m gone,
Season after season after season.
Wabi Sabi 