Desert

Its a poem about how love is like a mirge in a desert.

I was once told by my heart that I have this feeling.

A feeling so deep and felt so true.

After a while I found out what that feeling was.

It was love.

During that time I saw many things and felt many feelings.

When you smiled I felt warm.

When I heard your voice I felt calm.

When I hugged and kiss you I felt free.

But now that you are gone, what was the feeling?

Was it true, was it a dream played by my heart?

Some say that love is a mirage, like if a person was stuck in the desert.

In the heat of the desert, people tend to see what their heart desires.

So there is a chance that your love was a mirage.

But why am I still feeling warm, calm, and free.

Maybe I’m warm because I remember your smile.

Calm because of the echo of your voice.

And free because I still feel the hugs and kisses.

Or the truth is, I’m still lost in the desert.