It is almost decades now since we last saw each other.
We recently found each other in a social networking site and that made me really happy.
We send short messages online and I remember that I want to write like her because I saw the joy of writing in her eyes.
This poem that I made is rather short but I want her to enjoy reading this.
This is not the first poem that I made.
I remember that the first one was in high school but it lacked rhymes and imagery.
She was not forgiving when she read that.
She told me that my work is not a poem but a metered prose instead.
I feel shy when she said that.
Anyway, here is the poem.
You plant laurels which grow so high, It grabs the moon its peaceful glow.
The sea surges so glad am I - My boat you fill a steady flow, Tons of fishes, fresh as the buds.
Beating heart, light as a petal - A thousand mile you go so free.
A dew shimmers like a crystal.
It attracts the honey bees, To aspire for sweet enchantment.
At the back of my weary mind, To see you one more time, I wish.
The past still fresh was so kind - When two soul ate the same fish, The gloom is gone by just a snap.
This poem is like a dream of a young man who idolizes his friend.
The first few line owe its images in the thought that she gave me plenty of valuables.
The middle part shows her talent which attracted me to a creative process.
The last part tells how much I miss her a lot and that I think of the old times we share.
I hope that you enjoy this one.
Let us see if she will still judge it as a "metered prose".