IF (1)
if love is the void
that translates into longing,
and brings me baskets of memories
of you, of us, of moments shared together,
then let this poem gain form;
let it fill up this void, the chasm.
let it be the bridge
between two yearning hearts.
let it grow wings,
metamorphose into a songbird.
let it journey across endless skies,
till it brings to your ears
its mesmeric melody.
if love is a fragrance,
then you are the bright-petaled sunflower; its source.
i am, but a romeoing butterfly.
so let my lissome wings
lay their flutters between your soft petals;
give me suck of your nectar,
show me sweetness in all its softness,
quench my thirst, fill me, make me drunk!
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