Indestructible

If I had to compose a poem

To describe how I feel about you

It’d include “magic” and “fantasy”

And “passion” and “desires”

And of “life” and “beauty”

Other abstract words many

Which always begin beautifully

Yet in spite of its many beginnings

It’ll always stop prematurely

Long before I can conclude

A sweet happy ending for it

And If you ask me- why my friend,

Why can’t we walk into the sunset,

Hand in hand and footsteps in rhythm?

I’ll simply purse my lips

And give you that look of despondency

From which you would infer words many

Like “dreams” and “delusions”

And “hope” and “illusions”

And “soul” and “infinity”

Making a complete dictionary-

And if you note my dear-

With a list of words that have no endings

So I always fall short of ex-pression

In writing a complete poem for you

Because tell me dear reader

How would I put limits

On “magical dreams” and “Delusional fantasy”

Or “Hopeful passion” and “illusory desires”

And “soulful life” and “infinite beauty”

Our coming together is just like these words

They have the power to create

But its soul remains indestructible