Pour ma chère

Pour ma chère (For my dear)

You've been a sweetheart, right from the start

Naughty and nice, baka and wise.

I hope the day won't come when

Seeing you online wouldn't be a pleasant surprise.

To rope in amusing words

And describe you, I don't dare.

But I think you're just the thing for me

Simply for the same pinches we share

I fell for your half smile

Your romantic charm

Cute haww! and sweet voice

And your reliable calm

"Submit unto my stubbornness, or

Prepare thyself for a war!"

Fights with you, I've loved yet hated

Scolding you I've always regretted

I dream of a world, devoid of labels,

In which you and I can play

An endless game of thumb-fight 

While in my arms you lay

"I'll love you the same forever," 

And similar shit they say

I won't lie; into my life may fly 

Another fay.

But, I promise in my heart

You shall stay

And always shine uniquely

As the polestar may

Shipwreck

[Shipwreck - that's the prompt I was given, a word to be included in the poem. Here's what came to my mind.]

Shipwreck

And her silent face was in my hand,

The destined moments?

Moments you simply cannot accept

As sheer coincidence.

Like a thief stumbling upon Arkenstone

In a dragon's vault.

Like a drunkard eyeing a barrel

In an elvish shipwreck.

Because these moments

You never dreamt of.

Because these moments

Won't come again.

Or will they?