The first time I saw you
I saw nothing fascinating as you
when I hold you in my arms

I felt the softness that lies in you
inspiring the perfection of rhythm.

The thoughts you create, emotions you whisper
tress you shed, happiness I yer blunder.
you suggest me correction tacitly
we are different bodies but one soul
we see each other but never been close.

When ever I need you are always there
you hold me when I’m overwrought
but you speak not even a word,
you are the pen in my sorrows and joys
you know not, you are the ‘quill of the poet’.