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.