You are the poetry etched in my heart,
the soul that I’ve tried to peel from mine, unsuccessfully.

Your breath latches on my skin even on summer nights
The humid air and my sweat cannot dilute your scent
They both linger unsparingly,
so real that I can almost hear our symphony
every time you whispered how you’d want to hold me.

You are the poetry etched in my heart.
The ink was indelible; what you said cannot be undone.

The sound of your laughter was as giggly as the fireflies
bouncing and dancing in the dark –
forever beautiful, yet forever untouchable,
Because you’d never shown me your face.

How can something so sparkly and electrifying abruptly end?
Just like fireflies meeting their demise on a lamp post – dizzying and fleeting.
Just like the humid air coming from the greedy sea –
always abundant in water, wind and heat, yet never willing to yield.

You are the poetry etched in my heart.
Your love was unspoken and forbidden yet real.
And just like fireflies – dizzying and untouchable
forever beautiful, dwelling in my memory.