BUT, DOES HE KNOW?

Girls he write about

Cleopatra, nefertiti, Aphrodite 

All beauty queens, flaws without

But does he know? 

His presence is what

Makes their radiance sprout

Sun, moon and stars, he adores

Words he pen , longing for

Someone I know above my par

But does he know?

Tales by him is why I love them more

Dawn , noon and night, i think

Does he know his story in my ink

Now I write them in the dark

For him to sit and bask

End of this , will he know

How he makes the euphoric flow

Just like the gentle snow

This chapter, yet to start?

Wish we never depart

This poem with rhymes and reason

Be

 my eternal season.