Poems and Prose and Girlhood

Untitled Love

I crave for writing you poems about love
But I doubt that maybe I ain't the one you want
How come could my ear recognize your voice as music?
And how come could my lip long for the presence of your cheek?

Who will try to understand me if I say I'm drowning in saudade
For someone that I don't see and I couldn't call mine
A little voice in my head says maybe we feel the same
But I just see my self becoming insane

Delusional, as crazy as it sounds
But maybe it is where I can be found
My charmolypi blooms when I see your name
As you are the warmth in my freezing heart
that I can't think I can afford but will surely push me down in debt

I can see you as one of the bright stars of the heaven
and I can see me as an astrophile gazing at you with only my bare blurry eyes
I pray in my mind to witness the ethereal of your eyes
And to watch its incandescent glow seems like a dream I would fail to memorize

Estl. 2023