YOU
You were the most evocative Chapter in my book Though I'm a fugitive one line Moral of the story that You quickly glance to bestow Amiability to your succeeding heather. You were beyond worth a king's ransom Quill pen that I preserve and I'm a dispersed spilt ink you brush off. You are every poem that I compose And I'm the inconspicuous scribble When your pen ranout of ink. You are my whole blossomed spring's garden, I'm a dried autumn leaf float Far away from your doorstep. You are something that lit my twinkle And I ponder will I come across Your mind just for once.