In The Album

In The Album short poem

Your memories are hidden in plastic covers
Like the spring never to appear in my life,
But reveals my wonder of secrets in solitude
When the sun turned me a bee for your lips
It turned me a nightly wind on your hair
Till I get crouched in a darkness of my age,
My spine like winter freezes in icy thoughts
I jump like a bird in refrains in hunger of love,
I learn how immeasurable your memory is!
So deep like sea where earthquake occurs,
The album like a living thing full of feelings
Sparkle and twinkle words for my poesy
Like ripened fruits in the thirsty mouth,
Delights my eyes in price of your memory
Like a florist finding flowers fresh in twilight,
Now I play a game with the moon like your face
Through your silken hair to play with the stars
One by one like the moments always bright
Appear numberless though I wake up at night,
You are the melody paragon hushed in silence
Stay always young in covers though I grow old.

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Such eloquent and saccharine declarations of love. Any heart would melt under the strain of its music.