A Letter To Ami Poem by Ibn Ali

As if this heart was sewn with strings,
You snagged it as you passed and it's been unravelling ever since,
No matter how far you stray from me
In this Minotaur laden maze,
I'll always find you,
When my throat is parched,
Your name is nectar,
The specter of our times together haunt me,
You are so perfect for me
Form is glory sung when passing,
Each verse prefaced by the chorus,
So I liked you even before the introspective thought,
Soulmates are fiction's fancy,
But if such a thing existed,
You'd be the very definition,
Divined in scrolls and scripted,
She took half of me,
The half that's left
Is still enough to love a whole,
But the whole was soul in tow with soul,
Enough to fill the void twofold,
I'll never be replaced,
My voice echoes in her most secret place,
Just an octave raised,
Old doors fling open,
She's the perfect day,
The summer sun when scorching,
The gold sets every grey ablaze,
Perched beneath a guarded shade
That mirrors the eve's comportment,
Sometimes I wish these veins of blue that bled within these veins were cool,
Cold heart and steely eyes,
I want to feel nothing,
Impenetrable to any smile,
Every wide eyed girl,
With pearls that hide
Beneath pouted pressed lips of red
That bid me kiss
And beg caress,
No more,
Everything its portion due,
No less
I'll love with enough resentment to tell the truth
And enough reservation to keep standing,
If my love ever left,
Cynicism is overdue,
Naivety plagues the fool,
And how foolish was I?
When I was in love with you.