Our Sweet Nothing

I have so many things to tell you

Things I've been meaning to tell 

Since I found you and your writings

Since we first talked

Since the first time you made me laugh

Since I first dreamt about you

Since such innumerable firsts.

Oh but what should I tell you first?

There're just too many to even begin

Yet I shall keep them to myself

Lock them in my heart so deep and safe

If you wish, you need only ask

And I will say it all

All that I need to say but never have. 

And till then I thought I'd write lines for you

But what should I even write

When poets have written it all and more?

So you who rules my thoughts

You who gifted me all the umpteen firsts,

Made me bereft of any last drop of sanity I had
And yet knows not of any of that...

I have no lines to write for you

No beautiful stories to tell

No words to rhyme this time

I have but one wish 

And all I will ever ask from you is this wish

Can I have this forever?

Just you, me and our sweet nothing?