A weather in our story

Her garrulity in my dreams

Of both paradoxes

Day and night,

Her thoughts as tasks

On the ledge of my head,

Folly curiosity sucking 

The calmness off me,

Phony love off her words 

Lost its way to reality, 

A joke triggered 

To my bones

When she said 

She loves me.

I gazed in her eyes

So deep and I found me.

But that was all before 

I penned this poetry.