ROMANCE Poem: The Cafe, by Jackson Olsen

If I had three lives, I’d probably marry you in two of them.
On the third I’d maybe be a writer at a small corner cafe, trying to pen you into existence
knowing something is missing
Not knowing it’s you
I’d be writing, trying to fill that void of uncertainty
With every stroke of a pen
The ink formulates a different aspect and part of your everlasting beauty
I’d type out your eyes
Draw your nose
Etch your lips
But your heart..
Your heart is different
That is the one thing I couldn’t write on paper
It’s something I would have to write in the stars
Something I would have to learn about day and night and never fully grasp
Because your heart is so incredibly pure that not even a saint could write down the depth of its
beauty.

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