This life is meant to be with you,
Eyes will not tire until I seek you.
You are the pain where I find solace;
I wish for innumerable rebirths to resonate this love eternally.
I have always wondered,
Is it my intense love for you
That urges my poems to seek your presence within them?
Is it the smile on your face
That explains my very existence in this world?
Is it the love in my eyes
That inspires me to pen poetic cues?
Where are you, the poem of my life?