Why do I think you're rare?
Well, when you talk,
My heart listens.

You're not an object,
And, yet you are,
Like a magnet,
With a strong force of attraction.

What I admire the most in you,
What I celebrate utmost about you,
Is your embodiment of freedom.

You,
Me,
And, in between are,
My dreams,
About us.

Is it a crime,
At any time,
To steal your smile,
With my kisses,
To make you mine,
And, forever my missus.

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.