Never did you ever set out to haunt me
and that itself is the strangest delight.
Yet every single glance became a verse
and every silence a gathered light.

Not written by me but wandered into
just like rain does through an open door.
A thousand of unnamed feelings
settling softly onto the floor.

I am an Amorea and loving you
has always been my favorite art:
collecting the ghosts of moments
and pressing them closer to my heart.

These pages are all what remains
of the wonders I couldn't ignore.
A diary stitched from longing
and the poems it left in store.