“You are that impulse that kicks me out of bed in the middle of the night just to scribble down a line.”
I am used to writing detailed reviews of poetry or prose that I like most. Yours is way above my league. I simply can’t keep up with the passion and depth that your spirit gushes in form of words. Each time, it feels like coming together of two huge stars in the universe played out over and over. And the dust spread out as far as eyes can see. I feel so lucky having lived in your times and addressing you 🙂
I can’t write the same poem a million times
in different styles but I still always manage
to find new words to express everything I
feel about you.
You are a river of always flowing inspiration.
You are the power that moves that pen across
the paper. Your smile is the ink forming words,
your kiss is what I need to be an artist.
You are that impulse that kicks me out of
bed in the middle of the night just to scribble down
a line. You are so many things you aren’t even
aware about but one thing you are not is mine.
I just claimed the copyrights to our love and its end.