Whoever dares to write a love poem about you must write the greatest love poem ever written or not write at all.
Also if someone was capable of writing “the greatest love poem ever” they must write it about you or never write it at all.
Let me put it this way:
The greatest love poem ever would probably not have a beginning, an end, a chorus, or a bridge and maybe no verses or lines at all.
It could be a mess that begins in the middle of a sentence.
Then ends with a preposition.
or a loud shout that comes out of nowhere.
Or a whisper that is only heard if everyone stopped breathing for a while.
Either way, because of you, the author’s heartbeats had already made a sound loud enough for its waves to hit the boundaries of the extending universe and echo for eternity even if the source stops beating.
And there would never be enough silence in the universe for people to hear what he completely wrote.
The greatest love poem ever would sound so good that the ring of it would awaken Lennon, Freddy Mercury, and bloody Mozart and make them resurrect their instruments and compete on who can compose a melody damn good enough to be played as background music while the poem is read.
Yet no music would be good enough to interrupt the greatest love poem ever.
For the greatest love poem ever would sound like the holy mess that would occur if the blasphemous voices in your head signed themselves up in the choir of a church.
The greatest love poem ever is going to be a biblical cheesy mess;
So full of metaphors and clichés that were wrongfully used to describe people who weren’t you.
because you…
you really do have eyes (GOD BLESS) that resemble the reflection of moonlight on an ocean.
the way you sound is like the way a person would sound if god forged their vocal chords out of stars.
And sometimes I happen to wonder if god dipped his brush in the shades of your skin to color mahogany, rosewood and ebony trees.
And I know…
I know this not an exaggeration because if you look close enough you can see that the strokes of his brush look so much like your eyelashes.
And I’m afraid I’m not yet lost enough in you to write the Greatest love poem ever…
So I want you to drown me in your existence and sink every ship I ever anchored close to those ports beneath your eyelids.
I want you to stick your fingers between my ribs and release whatever I hold a prisoner in that cage and clean it up.
I also want you to entwine your hand around mine and lead me into a maze from which I can never escape.
Stare into my eyes in all the right ways so no wrong can come out of my mouth.
Redecorate me wholly, and build me up, so that one day it would be I that writes about you...
The greatest love poem ever written.
