The moment I saw you,
a thousand unwritten poems
danced their way into my mind;
I compiled everything I wrote down
into a library, but it was not enough
to contain the sufficient words.
And so I burnt all the books
that were gathering dust on the shelves;
long-forgotten, expired tomes,
ghostly reminiscences of lovers past.
I watched the flames that licked them up
dance in my eyes,
like the way you danced into the empty
crevices of my worn out heart,
asking me to take your hand,
and follow you into the unknown.