You

I have counted
threehundredfiftyfive sunrises
until all skies became the same.

Maybe it was the same with you.

I have seen your lovely face
for too long
until it became simply one of many;
a fading beauty,
soon to be forgotten.

Jehona Thaqi©

A poem you deserve

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I have written too many sad poems
about you.
This ought to be a happy one.

You say people are mostly made of water,
I say science is too odd for you.
You are made of feelings,
of hatred and love,
of agony and admiration.
You are wicked and innocent,
carful and harsh,
you are all of it at the right time.

You say that you never feel down,
I say you lie, I have seen it in your eyes
that even your soul aches sometimes,
that even your dry eyes get drowned
in emotions of sorrow and sadness.
I have never seen you cry
but your eyes have told me different stories.
Do not lie to me, I say,
you are a wave, merely waiting to get strong and powerful,
but remember that there are storms
that will make you weep,
remember that it is okay
to be a raging wave to survive.

You say you are ordinary,
I say you must be out of your mind.
When I asked you if you had ever seen
a sea as black and bobbing as this,
while watching the snowflakes drift quietly on the ground,
you laughed. No, you said,
you had never seen a sea as black and bobbing as falling snowflakes.
That’s how you are,
a magical spirit trapped within a body.

Sometimes I doubt whether you know
how magical you are.
You probably never knew
that you became my stardust in a full-moon’s night,
my sunray who reached the bottom of my heart
even with all the clouds above the sky.

I have written too many sad poems
about you.
This ought to be a happy one.

Jehona Thaqi¬©, why I said “yes”