My love! You are the poem, I wish to write
and tomorrow, that never arrives.
You are like the honey glazed donuts,
cardamom crushed in tea,
and zaffran in biryani,
enlivening the monsoon in me
and the autumn, I never had.
I wish I could wrap you in words
with metaphors sprinkled,
rhymes gliding through the edges
and symbolism as fragrant as your presence.
I wish I could describe to you,
the smell of jasmine and daisies,
your smile planted in my heart
and paint you in tangerine and pink
like the sun kissed summer, painted the sky,
as I waited hours, by the shore,
watching you sommersault.
Oh my love! How I wish, I could write you a poem
that's beyond sunsets and wine, but everytime I try,
there's you, there's you, there's you, my love!