The poet and the storm

People accuse me of being a poet,
But they will never figure out that you are the poem I love.

People think I am rich,
Oh! They have never seen the silver of moon glitter on your lips.

People fight over the shape of the globe,
And I am terribly lost in the loops of your hair.

People fantasize the spring of lilac,
For they have never seen you blossom in my arms.

People say I sleep too much these days,
I am hypnotized by your smell in pleats of my bed sheet where you once slept.

People say your beauty is a race against time,
But time will register your footprints sprinkled with my words.

People shelter themselves from the cold breeze,
All I want is to be touched by same whiff of air that touched you.

People explore outside to find bliss,
And I am trapped in a world inside me that is rippled only by your laugh.

People talk about inferno of the hell,
The fools can't feel my burning desires of you.

People have a chapter that they won't read aloud,
And I have your name to silence my demons.

People breathe through time without being alive,
And all I desire is a moment of love with you.

People want to guess what I can offer you,
Only you can find out if you let my affection resonate in you.

People say you will never reciprocate,
Well don't for I am learning to enjoy your silence.

People ask me to tread softly with love,
But my destruction would be legendary if you are my storm.

People say you will leave me blue,
I will then re-live my memories as my heart longs only for you.