I don't know which poem or prose
should I spill off from my tongue to tell you something lovely as the moon is part of the sky.
And I know not how to write well, for even writing this doesn't turn out how I wish it would be, to write something magical as you are a part of me.
But, I hope you know that love started when I chart
my soul to your anatomy
as if every ounce of you
is bits that complete me.
©jsalamida
J