Love.
It’s half and half, terrifying fights
And late night snacks.
Cool breeze in the summer, caressing
The brunette highlights; like my fingers
It is like the golden rimmed glasses
You thrifted from Italy.
Pretty little notes
Stuck in the refrigerator with magnets,
‘I love NewYork’ t-shirts and blurry Polaroids
Sun in the city, moon in the night sky
Writing poetry as if it’s the last goodbye
Love.
It’s giving up your choices, to find the one
Who you’d offer an umbrella in a rainy day
While the puddles count your footsteps
Lost in the glares of indirect eye contact
More than the heart, more than beats
A meadow of sunflowers and vacant bridge
Casting shadows and making them laugh
Leaving like guitar strings, dancing apart
Lavender perfumes every morning
Boutiques, picnics and memories in the jar
I’ve not known what could be shown In a thousand ways, everywhere, everytime
That one stranger in the subway who’s kind
To break the silence with a smile
A blonde 5- year old who bares her teeth
Believing in an Angel who took it
Co-worker who gave chocolates,
The one who you’ve always hated
Nature is weird, the heart wants what it does
And I, inexperienced in a lifetime, my love like a loss incurred!