A Poet's Message Poem by Charnen Postrano

Thee be the one whom is treasured for a long time.
For he, is loved by a poet whose inks are tide.
My love for thee is like a never-ending battle.
Battle for life; a battle for love.

My heart not only beats blood—it also beats your name.
Every second, every minute, every hour, it's you whose name is marked.
A love so beautiful; a love so tragic.
Thee be not wanting my existence in its life.

A poet's message; a story be little but treasured.
A poet's message; a rhyme be euphonic, yet melancholic.
You are the drug that I take, and it's not even illegal.
My thoughts not only echoes thy name, but spell it in a second.

Counting the seconds when I accidentally fell for you,
Like a glass that shattered because no one noticed it falling.
Like? Love? Neither, 'cause you are even bigger.
The moon and the sun came clashing.
The stars died and turned into a mesmerizing supernova.

How'd thou interpret my love for thou?
Thou be loved by a poet whose words are infinite.
Thou be loved by a poet whose words are structured for thee.
Thou be lucky to have a poet whose hands are bleeding writing.