failed poet


i want to write a sonnet for you

with balanced



and perfect form,

but i end up with echoes

of empty paragraphs

trying to define

your love for me

and mine for you.


you are the only one

that can caress with breath alone,

the mere whisper of your presence

and my heart leaps in ecstasy,

there is nowhere else in this universe

that i would rather be

than in the train

of your atmosphere.


my echoes


your whisper

and together

we start to sing

an eternal song.