Ode to Poetry

4



Not a single day had passed when I didn’t think about you

My love is deep and true.

I wonder if it was my fantasy

I wonder if it was all absurdity.

Or was it just an infatuation of my mind?

But I know myself that love is never confined.

Oh love, you made me listen to the faintest whispers of the trees

Even beneath the darkest night skies, you made me feel at ease.

Though I know you are only an intangible entity

I feel you everywhere and every time endlessly.