P.S. I Love You! Poem by Noorjala Ocasio

The clocks turning, and your pieces and mines are fitting
like interchangeable parts. Everything we feel and say
is never the same but we feel the same. Well i hope we
do, and we never will be used, we can talk and whisper
the secrets we share and define ourselves with words and
emotions.

Our pieces both like jigsaw puzzle, are starting to
make sense and just whisper the words that i want you to feel
instead of the ones i want to hear, i want too hear them from 300 miles,
even through cords made out of copper.

It's all building up, stay with me
you are my harmony in music, you are the lovely tune that i wanted to
listen to for years without it going away. Even, if our songs are different,
ill write them all down, every single one. Pieces........they are fitting
the pieces are fitting like never before, and its a slow process of
recieveing and giving and learning about trust.

Can we dance to this lovely song,
ill hold your hand, lay your trust in me.

Lets hold hands and ignore the world.
Lets hold hands, and whisper,
whisper our feelings for each other.

My feelings, here they are,
May it be together forever.
It's all at the end of this letter.

Ps. I Love You.