I have been in love more than once,
but everytime it happened it was unreal.
Until a moment struck me so hard that you
were a part of my presence. It had made me
come alive out of a stiff shell. You taught me how
to love, how to be a part of someone you love,
how to be poetic in the junction of a touch.
Sometime then I felt that today is perhaps the
time I have lived most part of my life in a pristine
aspect. Seeing you was a matter of time, loving you
was just more than what love together really is.
you are my fortune; the devotion. And oh have I
mentioned the men who got the real feelings unreal?
Maybe the only thought I would want to be a part of
is you. Maybe that is the only notion which should be
mortal. You are surreal. I knew what flying in the sky
felt like. It was what the dream was about. Love, love, love,
which became the core of my heart and I only yearned
for more. I had imagined such love and fervency only
in the flicks, where the man was the only soul a woman carried.
But when I bid you farewell today, a volcano erupted
in some part of the world in a disguise claiming to be
dead without your contiguity.