BLOOM

You know Thomas Phaer once said,

“The eyes are the windows of the soul.”

  Well then,

  you are the sunflowers

  mine own most cherished bloom

  just beside my window,

blooming through all seasons,

through every sunset ,rise and tide.

Real love sees unfinished parts,

the art of continuity despite anything.

You bloomed

and bloomed,

and bloomed,

filling the  very air

till i mistook thee

For breath itself 

My muse

I’d kiss the ground you walk upon

since you brought me to life

by making my ink run freely on paper.

I'd, devote, truly

Thus, real love,

Verily,

True love.