"There might be thousands of people in my life. They are all just transient flickering flames of candles. But You are the bright radiant smiling sun. Don't ever let yourself not shine on me. If you do that, I will live in darkness."

Poetry

Poetry,

I thought I knew something about you

I thought I knew

To touch you with words

To pick up your little petals inside my head

And hold them together in a long-stemmed rose 

I thought when I touched you with words

All the rivers roared in your body 

And you trembled
Like the body of a virgin trembles
When touched for the first time

I thought I knew you by heart

The rhythm in your respiration

The softness in your soul

But Poetry,

I feel fooled by your mystique

I have strayed
And lost my way in the forest

Of words

I know nothing about you

I know nothing about nothing
And there's so much to learn from nothing

To know a little about you

Poetry, I could never touch you 

For, words were in the way.