You are the poetry I want to write.
You are that lush bough I want to alight.
You are such wild rainfall,
I’m dying to be drenched- a thirst that never be quenched.
If you are the petal, I am the dew;
an unsung ballad, a canvas of hue.
You are the love that never brims,
Sometimes I drown or cherish in dreams.
You are a riddle my mind cannot solve,
a glass of elixir- my soul wants to dissolve!