Decaf
Decaf
A Decaf on my table
I try to gather my wandering mind
And condense it into
A white piece of paper
My mind searches
The depts of my heart
My usual felicity
Clouded by a dreaded dead line
And statistics chart
And just as I
Started to lose faith
I saw you there
A muse for an artist
The Aphrodite to my Ares
The Radha to my Krishna
A goddess in all her glory
And an inspiration
For my very own love story