If a mirror could fall in love,
It would be you.
If a mirror could stare for hours,
It would stare at you.
If a mirror was to show something,
It would show the light reflected from you.
If that mirror had to introduce itself,
It would introduce you… to you.

It’d be a debt of guilt,
To be left untold
Of such a Masterpiece.
Born by the stars,
He possess the title of his destiny.
The Marvellous Soul,
The definition of Perfect.
Not enough the 26 alphabet,
To carve his charm.
For even the Death would yield in shame,
Upon his pride.

Her hair’s dark, curled up in mystery.
Her heart — as pure as a kid’s.
Her smile: ineffable.
Her skin shines, even at night.

Her presence lifts the bluest rooms.
Her laughs echo, even in vacuum.
Her thoughts — like snow.
Her lips the perfect shade of pink.

Her kindness softens the hardest hearts.
Her fashion: glamorous.
Her eyes: amber.
Her voice — one of angels.

Her hugs are filled with warmth.
Her perfume, made of jasmines.
Her shadows — flowers bloom.
Her touch: exciting.
Her name? Unique.

She inhales hate, exhales love.
She is amazing, auspicious, addictive.
She is my food, my air, my reason to exist.
She doesn't know these.

She stands there laughing with her friends,
While I fantasise about her, as I read my books

I tracked the way to the station she gets off at,
I couldn't track a way to her heart

I thought love was like the colourful trees, the tall buildings.
That the metro passes through,
I forgot the slums and the tunnels.

Fate made us stand together once, time paused, the worry about my meetings lost,
I just stood there, in awe, looking at her, lost in her eyes.

Eventually, I learned that the girl in the metro had a guy,
And now comes my station forcing me to step out of the metro.

Eagerly waiting for an anticipated response
When the response comes, I grin happily at the sight of it.
Patiently waiting for a time to see his one-of-a-kind face
When the time comes, I gaze with an undefined pace.

Could it get any better than this?
My heart seems to only be longing for one thing
A thing that is irreplaceable
A thing that isn’t destructible.
That would be to unlock the door to his heart.
Something tells me that I have already found the right key.

I entered his heart.
It looks messy, perhaps a bit tangled.
These vines wrapped around his heart are conspicuous
I cut them up, his heart begins to calm down.
With my last bit of love, I wrap it delicately to cover it entirely.
To protect it from coming into harm’s way.
Forever
And Ever.

Amidst the daisies,
all I could see,
was you.

Just us alone,
beneath blue sky.

You beside me, eyes closed,
wind tracing its fingers
through your hair,
bathed in sunlight,
your soft smile lingering.

Oh, how I envy them—
for giving you a peace
I can only dream of.

This man is sweet-tempered.
He can fill a whole room with nice aroma.
When others are in need of closure,
You can always count on him to take you to rosier.

In perspective of others,
They like to nitpick on his features.
His voice, his appearance, his everything.
Their behaviour is simply captious.

What I see is an angel descending from above,
A heavenly aura seemingly palpable.
With his winsome smile and his feathery wings,
His figure is outrightly unmistakable.

I love his cordial behaviour.
Whenever he talks to me,
I can’t help but release sweet laughter.
In a room filled with tenebrosity,
He can light up the room with his jubilant energy.

In the tranquility of the night,
He is the moon and stars.
In the amidst of darkness,
He offers bountiful open doors.

Life without him wouldn’t be the same.
In the darkest of times,
He’s my guide to my pride.
The only person to keep my sanity high.