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A Bouquet of Words for Her
ARSONIST
Is it possible to find love over and over again
In the same person, everyday?
I have walked so many roads yet this one feels like
It’s leading me to my home.
Countless nights my life has seen,
I learnt to count my breaths long ago
Yet this is the first night I felt an embrace
As I was counting my breaths beneath my skin.
She is a beautiful singer.
She was singing a distant song,
She was running through the crowded cornfields
She looked back again and again
To check if I was still behind her,
And every time her eyes met mine, I knew for a certainty
That we are made for each other and we are meant to be.
She makes me think of myself
More than I’d ever think of myself.
I would sit in silence, stare at the moon
She would come, sit in front me and I would smile happily
Like I found something I was searching desperately
Only I didn’t realise I was searching it before she came in.
That’s how it is.
I found her in destiny
And in all the pretty things.
She brought me solace with her flower
And we both wonder about meteor shower.
We have heard tales of the great battles and the lost wars
The tears stroke our dreams and sometimes it broke the vase
Yet we forget about the rest of the world when we look at our souls.
We peek into each other from time to time just to
Discover nothing but us.
There is her and there is me,
Soaring, falling and flying.
And I couldn’t take my eyes off of her
When she tucked her hair behind her ear
I smile whole-heartedly
Knowing that all these are heavenly.
I found home in a stranger’s heart
I made it my own
In fact she did too and that’s what amazes me;
So many euphonic voices yet she decided to hear me
Countless choices yet she chose me.
I found my happiness that lies only in her.
She is my reader, my forever.
I let my heart write words for her
She narrates them with purity
This bouquet of words is a gift for her
A solemn tear.