Whats Up with Life?

If I cannot write a poem for you, my love

Forgive my barren mind and do not be offended

 

Forgive my distracted mind

All I could think about is being with you,

Holding your hand and watching you smile and laugh

Your hearty laugh keeps ringing like music in my ears

Imagining your voice washes away the cacophonies around

I long for your touch and presence

And as I yearn for that moment,

All I could do is smile in solitude,

Engrossing myself in dreams of you and me…

I shall never tire of feeling this glimpse of heaven

Though a fruitless pass time this may be

 

If I cannot write a poem for you, my love

Forgive me because I want it to be perfect

I have erased and crossed out verses and lines,

Ripped tons of pages from this notebook

All this in attempt to express my love for you

 

Forgive me if I choose not to compare you to a summer’s day

Or that to a blooming flower where the honeybee sucks

I cannot write about the engulfing stars that shimmer in the night sky

Nor can I write about the shining crescent moon floating among it

No, I could not compare you to it

It would be too banal and trite

It would be foolish of me to write another poem

Of starry nights and inconstant moons

And of summer and fragrant flowers

They have been too common even long before Shakespeare’s sonnets

And you, my love, are not common at all

Nor is my love for you

 

If I cannot write a poem for you, my love

Forgive me if no words are coming out of my head

There is nothing that I could compare you with

For your rarity and exquisiteness is unrivaled

That your name should become a new word

To define what you are to me

 

_____ (his name, i prefer to keep anonymous for obvious reasons. :P)