The Face

Where did you go
This couple of years
Where did you hide
After the promise to keep in touch
On a random street
In a remote galaxy
I saw your figure
I called your name
To turn you around
It was you
It wasn’t you
The same figure
The same skin
A foreign face
Drawn on your head

The Love Poem

You are not my sun
For you are so close
You are not my moon
For you don’t reflect, you glow
You are not my sky
For you’ve got nothing to do with blue
You are not my ocean
For you don’t move, you’re resolute
And no you neither come from a palace
Nor ride a white horse
Yet my love for you
Exceeds comprehension
Transcends convention
Surpasses dimension