Symphony, I Wrote. Poem by Noorie Ali

I once wrote a symphony.
A tune about what you meant to me.
I wrote innit my love story.
How we first met, with kismet, how our thoughts connectively set.
I’d beam conversation's with you.
When most topics would arise related to you.
How we laughed, Cried,
Shared, our inside.
With you, I’d roll on a thrilling ride.
The way you would all the time, confine in me.
I respected you,
Never did this thought cross my mind, of
Neglecting, you.
I valued your honesty.
The way you would call my name so modestly.
I would always keep on text-in you,
Constantly reminding you what you meant to me.
For our meeting was truly destiny.
We fought until our tears ran dry.
Then never could I lie to you.
I’d often be the shoulder for your rain.
That poured onto me, graciously.
I would fade all your pain.
Until, you stood up again.
I’d occasionally walk to reminiscence lane.
There I would often meet you.
Then never would I dream of deceivingly,
Resenting You,
For you were the one holding my heart.
You bought light to me in the shadowy dark.
You left that one fair mark the one that
Continuously ached.
A, lightening spark.
Densely, stark shone with your adoring side.
I would easily smile.
Looking into your tearful eyes,
Those that made me realize you are my scarlet desire.
You are the one that ignited me on fire.
My rank with you would often push higher.
We would be rummaging stars in the white discreet moonlight.
While, the heavenly breeze.
Would, greet us with merry delight.
The navy skies would dearly be surprised,
They would stare at us. As we spoke with riddles, we would make love like colorful skittles. As sweet as honey, you would neatly taste. I would wait for you to dearly, embrace, your arms around me as we sung, the morning hymn, there the angels burst out. As you,
Secretly, wowed me a diamond ring. The one with
The shiny emerald in.