I promised myself I’d never write a poem about love,
At least until I could understand what love really is,
But here I am, penning down these words about love.

I imagine I’d probably spend the rest of my life in love,
In love with a person, a song, a book or even myself,
Somehow, love will always be in the picture, or maybe
Love will be the one painting the picture.

It’s funny how everything boils down to your existence,
The absence of you is the presence of deep emptiness,
And the presence of you is so beautiful, words cannot describe,
But when you come over, you don’t stay long enough.

I understand. I understand that circumstances aren’t convenient,
And sometimes I can’t find my keys when you come knocking,
But hey, we could be a beautiful miracle, you and me, together.

You should come visit again sometime; I’ll be ready then,
I’ll have my keys handy too and I hope you like me a lot,
I hope you like me so much, you wouldn’t want to leave.
I hope you decide to stay, please stay.