New Love

It isn't new
this feeling I feel
everytime my mind
wanders to you.
Eventhough
I know for sure that
this is the first time
I felt it in this lifetime.
All those times spent
on the brink of falling
into those mornights.
Maybe it's true 
that I have met you 
in another lifetime,
that's why it feels like
something as old as time.
It may sound like a cliché,
I know,
but there's a reason
why it's a cliché at all.
Because it is true.
Because it is real.
Because it is you.

On Poets and Muses

I write about You
not knowing if You'd even know
that it is about You

I write to You
not knowing if You'd even
get the chance to read it
and know that it is for You

All I know is that when I write 
about love 
about hope
about pain
about tomorrow
They all mean You

Maybe that is the curse
of the poet and their muse,
like an astronomer to his stars,
maybe we were only meant
to admire You
from a distance