My mind asks me ,
How many days it’s been
My mind replies too,
It says no more than a month,
But I have been thinking more than constantly,
When I’ll see your face after weeks full of days,
I bet I will forget about these emotions,
Like a fire forgot how to chill,
I have a virtual image of you, deep down my heart,
My answer is still a no,
And it will be till the day, I don’t fall for you completely,
I am not in love, not even near it,
But somehow I am onto writing compositions on you,
Line after line, memory after memory,
And all that can turn these poems to none,
Is your face I would like to see in real,
Your voice I would like to hear on the phone,
Your text, but texting is still an evil.
So, I’ll leave by saying,
If you’re reading this, you ought to know,
You are a trick master.
Before, anything else happens,
I will take your leave, do tell your real future wife about me.
A virtual image of you.