Only to close these eyes
to sleep in the lap of love
and stay there forever.

How could she be someone’s mistake?

If ever again, someone says to go to the market, where hearts are sold in exchange for melancholy souls, never would I go.

Never would I wait, if ever again someone says— not to.

This is a girl you can’t keep. You aren’t allowed to.

Where the cheerful children
of unwritten poems,
play all around,
you will find me there.

In that silence, I dream to be.