My Poem

She is a poem,
,my poem..
...words in my head..
a pen on hand,
,paper pinned in my heart..

She flows like ABCD,
..numbered eight..
,shaped to a pie chart,
on my wall,
..my wall of fame..
,where she is the game,
..and also a trophy,
,when I fell,
I won, her heart,
..and I got the trophy..

She is full, no wait.. Stop..
,or just put a comma,
..coz in between my lines,
she is written,
,so in my book..
..she is hidden..
,do just read..
but also listen..
,,as I turn to the next page...

She is a poem,
,my poem..
...words in my head..
a pen on hand,
,paper pinned in my heart..

I for I
L for Love
H for Her
Like a love song..
,dancing away from a sad song,
...I named her Poetry,
cause she makes me happy,
..and both are God given,

",four divided by two its even,
just like how love is meant for two..
,darling Me and You,"

I quote what I told her,
...so is you misquote me,
,in class she is my miss,
counting me like maths..

",on your marks,
..am ready to learn,
on your marks, get set,
..go, I will stick to my lane,
,because on your mark..
..I run,
your heart beats are the marks,
,loving you I learn,
..so on you mark, get set,
,go... I will love you..
because on your mark,
...I run.."

She is a poem,
,my poem..
...words in my head..
a pen on hand,
,paper pinned in my heart..

              ⓒ2017