Poetry

i love poetry

the stacks of flow

the flow of words

each word brings a new color

which paints the blank page

the happiness i feel

i fail to express

joy unseen

i get excess

yours words may not rhyme

they need not to

the fact you said them

symphonize them

yours words are poetry

which i didn't read before

though i have read your letter

fourteen times or more

i don't know 

how to tell you

maybe some other way around

i speak good, badly

writing it may let it sound

i was not what i am

i have became yours

this was not what i would do

in any other universe

maybe we are anomaly

in infinite worlds

or maybe we are the chosen one

for no other me can love you more

than me of this world