I’m not a poet…

I don’t know how to be one…

But when I think of you…

All inhibitions are gone…

It changes every hue…

My hand starts to write…

Then everything I want to say…

Becomes everything about you…

Your voice,

Your smile, 

Your jokes and your kisses…

I always remember…

I’m keeping them all 

Inside my heart and mind forever…

Coz I know deep down inside me, 

That spot from now on is your territory…

No one can dare to conquer…

No one can dare to change…

How I love you and your soul…

That makes my heart care…

Again, I’m not a poet…

And I guess I’m not going to be one…