Written in those golden days……..
I sit on my desk
To write a poem for you
But I can’t find the right words
So, I just scribble, ‘I love you’.
I try again, another time
But still the words won’t rhyme
I take a look at your pic
Nah, still no thoughts click
Thirty minutes and three hours have passed
And still the sheet is blank and bare
Either the magic of our love has faded
Or I have lost my poetic flair.
I write your name all over the sheet
suddenly it all rhymes as if following a beat
The expressions get a new depth, a new meaning
Like a romantic ode to you by Ronan Keating.
My poems, like my life are incomplete without you
I am harsh on you at times, but *****, I love you.