the color of you

the color of you

one day when I look back
on how I adored you in silence
i will remember the tint of your words
how my every breath
was inspired by your hues
and if by chance the day arrives
where you become a sepia memory
nothing will ever change
for i will always cherish
the color of you

Secret Admirer

Secret Admirer

Sitting at a bar, thoughts of muses, poetry. and loneliness floated alongside the ice cubes in my mojito.

I scribbled an occasional sentence or verse on a napkin because they were napkin worthy, unlike most of my other thoughts which are written on….

A waitress asked what I was doing.

“Writing poetry on a napkin.”

Time passed, my melancholy mood in this crowded bar, did not.

The waitress returned with a carnation. Pointing at an empty booth, she advised me a beautiful blonde was watching me as I drank and wrote. She was the curious person who wanted to know what I was writing.

Just before she left, my secret admirer asked the waitress to deliver the flower with a message.

“Mr. Poet, let this inspire you until the next time we meet for the first time.”

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This photo is the carnation resting on the footboard of my bed.

you

you

You are the elegance of a whisper
The deep longing in my verse
The passion of a first kiss
The crescendo of a sigh

You are a garden of fantasies
An arrangement of dreams
The bloom of my smile
A bouquet of sunsets

You are the reason I breathe
The exhale of my balladry
You are a sonnet of love
A scent of poetry