Ceviche con Chai: Anecdotes of an atypical couple

I try to write a poem for her..
But words fail me
I try to sketch her picture
But I'm scared that...
It will not do justice...
To her beauty
She can't be rendered...
Into a sculpture
For she can't be bound...
In moulds
I wish I can write a song for her...
That never ends
A life song that just goes...
On and on and on
A life song that grows...
Taller and deeper
Just like our Love
And sing that song to her...
Till the last breath

Tomorrow is her birthday and we both are sad that we are not together on this special day. But the sadness just like darkness is an illusion. There is light ahead.

Te Amo Amor Mio. Hasta la Luna. ;)