You were all things
(suddenly) and (at once)
the angry scratch
of a match
yet the beautiful smile
of the candle’s flame
soothing and hushing
the darkness
laughing and playing
among shadows.
You were as open
as any book
yet hid behind
many a cover.
(I didn’t judge you) .
You were a beautiful lover.
You were as honest
as sincerity
yet sly...treacherous...mysterious
as any dark secret can be.
Funny enough...
you brought out the best
in me.
You were a train
arriving or leaving
a station.
You were many a cancellation.
(...caused great consternation!)
Yet you were my one and only
...consolation.
You were my sunlight.
You made everything bright.
You were my night sky
...my constellation.
You could be an
Enigma
Variation
or the latest manufactured singing sensation.
Your love was just
enough...to make a difference.
You were my only choice...my preference.
You were so
surreally REAL
yet totally...utterly
unbelievable.
You were so
singular
yet incorrigibly plural.
You were a little pet
yet
feral.
You...
were simply
you
and I
loved you
for it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem