Palindrome Poem by Nick Joaquin

People say that the world is crooked,
Crooked in a sense that it makes everything feel so surreal,
Surreal for someone who was swept up in the waves of time,
Time wherein we started out as mere acquaintances in the most peculiar way possible,
Possible only through the thing we insistently called 'love'


Love which was just an abstract word,
Word that came to life when I knew you,
You showed me what love truly means,
Means to make someone feel more than special,
Special in a way that entices you to always treasure moments,
Moments when you know that you found 'the one' in the endless sea of people,