What is poetry?
Talking with a woman like you.

There were times when I would wonder,
About the moments we never shared even before we met,
And, my mind would race and ponder,
To find your memories after together we were set,
For I often still think and wish,
To know more about the kid in you whom I'll always cherish.

What's perfection?
The sky, the waves, and you.

I wonder at times,
Why your heartwarming words,
Resembling raindrops falling on sand dunes,
Create this chaos in my heart,
Knowing,
You being afar,
And, igniting a fire in me,
That cannot be extinguished.

You're not man's biggest desire,
But rather, man's biggest greed.

A special ability you possess,
Unlike anyone this world has ever seen,
The ability to change an atheist's beliefs,
After witnessing the magic in your eyes.

I too have been through poverty,
To have not known you before our eyes met.

A beauty that makes mankind fall on its knees,
A phenomenon that makes the world rise up.

Birds dyed in neon colours tweet
Enchanting tunes
As if they attempt to invoke
Morning's presence.