MY LOVER'S DAIRY

sometimes i wonder

what the pages of that dairy 

so beautifully holds

within the star filled papers 

and the pen from which love flows

he may writes about his fears, 

vulnerabilities,

that the human i have painted on my canvas

is a masterpiece

but his heart is in pieces

and the paints of my crimsons are fading 

or he may write the secret about

how he collects stars from others eyes

and accumulates them in his own 

how he is a thief in disguise 

and how he has stolen my shine

and now i love to reflect his on mine.

i wonder if he had ever even tried

to pen a poetry for me

or just a piece of his heart on papers 

and spent all night

reminiscing about how the scent of those pages

reminds him of our memories

the laugh,the cries

the love that will never die

even beyond our existence.

i wonder how 

my lover's dairy really looks like from inside

i wonder if it is just the reflection of him

or my vision of him 

through translucent papers

is it just like our home? 

safe and warm

is it a remedy?

that can cure my wounds.

i wonder if

my lover's dairy 

reflects my love

i wonder if 

my lover's dairy

smells like lavender

a evergreen that blooms

like our love for each other.