Ink Bleeds

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Here again with my ink for you,
Trying to capture every part,
of this life we have lived.
Trying to shrink into words,
The peace you give.
Trying to fit my memories,
In the pages of a book,
I can’t seem to name.
Some might say it’s just me in love,
Some may say I’m blinded by it,
But I feel,
It’s somewhere between fear and gratitude.
I am grateful for having experienced,
A love like this in this lifetime.
And I fear that one day,
I might lose all my memories.
So, permit me to pen down this gift,
That you have given me,
So that it’s never truly lost.
In poetry we say,
‘My ink bleeds for you’
In English we say,
‘I love you so much, I’d write you a book’