Never Ending Thoughts Of Him

Poem#35: Platonic Figure

Love somehow appeared as an octahedron
For every point of time, I could never forget
Fixed the broken parts of this polygon
After meeting you on these edges without any regret

Before it was just a bunch of equilateral triangles
Colorless, ignored and scattered around
'Til colors appeared as you came, feelings untangle
Putting these pieces together seem to be profound

Four edges in every point of time together
Filled of mixed emotions, unexpected encounters
Shown me eight faces of hope, for me it matters
Revealed the spring behind the grey area, ended winter

Held onto these six points interconnected
Twelve edges, crossed difficult boundaries
Became someone better, fixed the fragmented
Unique structures seen, before the month of February

This unexplained feeling is solely platonic
With you is enough, and I am truly grateful
Still wonder if the thought of us is realistic
Until then, for you I'll remain forever faithful