I tried to write a poem
To describe the love I feel
I tried to write a poem
Wanting it to be all and real

And so I wrote the poem
With you on my mind
Recited it with gusto
With perfection to find

I wrote,
"You are like an old bottle,
Filled with million pink feathers,
Amber glass, bursting in sunlight
Nothing can get any better"

Then in a jiffy moment,
I read the words again,
Hoping to edit,
To give it more meaning

So I decided to lose,
The metaphors and lines
To make it freeflowing
Make it sound mine

"You were my friend,
Now, more of a lover.
Forgive me, for being frank.
Can I be your forever?"

I was not happy, still.
I was not feeling the vibe
It was simply telling, I thought.
A poem should describe!

So, I tried once more,
Seeking to be bold
Avoiding the cliches
Avoiding to read old

It said,
"You are eletrifying,
A signal subscribed desire, zapping
and tapping into my wireless mind,
Connection? A million bytes per hour..."

It really sounded weird, I said,
Like it came from outerspace
Too modern and abstract
Sigh! I wished it had more taste

So, for my very last try
I closed my two eyes
Pondered on what to say
To make your heart fly

Then, finally, it came
When I was about to cry
It felt not forced
It felt just so right

It might be very brief,
But, surely, this is true
The poem read like this:
"My poem is you!"