Your Thought

With

The taste of the coffee

In the depth of night, 

Sleep eludes the eyes

In your thought. 

The touch of the naughty zephyr

In the balcony, 

The touch of the soft light

Of the moon

Reminds me of the simpleness

Of your face

And the winning words

Of your lips

At the time of your first video call. 

Still today, 

My pen loves the paper

For you, 

Writes daily poetry

For our union

And

I never leave any opportunity

To drink the coffee

To own the warmth

To enshrine love

In the heart.