Lyrical prose poem.
My love poem is for you. It was born on these countless stars’ view. This spring has painted my soul’s sky so blue. Your messages have a brush soaked in glue. They have glued my soul to you. My soul isn’t a bird which once flew. My soul can be your shirt to let your skin touch its dew. In the world’s manuscript my words seem to be few. Noah’s ark didn’t have even a single screw. I am my soul’s ark in my time’s shoe. I know a fairy tale can be old or new. One thing is true. My love poem is for you.