it was a time when she was feeling my poetic madness,
perhaps she adored how i was more than average
until love was a tad bit
unfortunate
to catch our time
that ballooned
our conversations
into patient
pleasurable words
that was created by love and words
that changed our original into a different color,
she was became my lover
and together, we made the yellow out of the blue,
the warmth out of the flu
and made it greener on our side
as we glide
in our own world,
sometimes jealousy keeps us swirled
and out of character
and love doesnt help us mold each other back together,
we hold our tongues and think romanticly
how we can take a defeat
and make them faded dreams
like our memories,
what was once a mystery
is now my favorite story,
how we first met is my favorite chapter
with footnotes of our feelings that we mastered,
the first time we made love starts my favorite page,
how we smoothly eroded a phase
at my young age
keeps me dazed
til this day
as others are amazed
at how we are like gold
that has been melted a thousand times but still form the same mold,
she made me give up my best wishes
to share her greatest kisses,
how we started out as coals and quickly became diamonds
to manufact our precious findings
is what keeps us separate from the rest that try to confuse us,
but with all the interference, we have become like perfectly grown roses that are too soft to touch,
sometimes our eyes speak for our tongues and our body speaks for our lips,
and our hearts speaks for our minds as we give others tips
on how the paper undresses
to the power that me and my pen possesses