Men in love PART 1

Men in love

are like an

ocean of emotions  

that remain hidden  

because of a fear  

of coming too close.

men in love,

stay close

like hope sitting next  

to you,

wondering when will

the right time come

to emerge from the  

shadows.

men in love,

are confused

like the rain

in the month of April

yet clear as the

sky on a sunny morning.  

men in love,

don't wait for tomorrow  

when their emotions  

reach the brim,

and feel like a spillover

is better than missing out

completely.  

men in love,

dwell in their thoughts  

with Metallica  

playing in the background,

and sometimes  

I wonder if it is to

find peace in that chaos,

or just to take  

a break from the world around.

men in love,  

feels like a warm hug

on a winter morning,

waking up to  

morning kisses

and holding on  

for a little longer  

before reality strikes.  

men in love,  

make promises  

and bookmark  

the important things

about the person they love,  

and their mind  

is like diary

with all pages

full of things that matter.

men in love,

cry.

they cry on days,

when their love

is at the crossroads  

or when they don't know  

what to do,

to make the life  

easier in some way.  

men in love,

are just like us.  

a little hopeful,

a little broken,  

and always full of love.  

they are like the

closing chapters

of your favorite book.

leaving behind  

a warm feeling  

and always staying  

alive, in words,

moments and actions  

no matter what.//

PART 2

Men in love//.

men in love  

are like  

unopened letters

lying on your bedside table.

their thoughts are intertwined  

with stories of their past.

that hold them back,

tightly from the waist

to not let

feelings roll off their tongue  

in the form of words  

that Rumi wrote about.

men in love  

are like the  

strings of guitar  

strumming together in rhythm,

with the hope to

say things  

that words and songs  

can't convey.  

men in love  

are like poetry  

flowing like a river

as clear as the colors of the sky,

with blemishes  

that stay hidden

just like the rocks beneath the river.

we call them poetry  

because of their dark eyes

and subtle smile

that rise of brim eventually

like the  

cup of coffee with froth.  

men in love

are calm  

with a storm ragging within them

to make things happen  

and yet,

hold on to what they already have.  

men in love  

they're beautiful  

just like rain on a sunny morning,

when words for them

flow in sequence  

just like poetry  

that come alive.  

unexpected and beautiful, together.//.