91. The riddle of you

I feel I have  

already said

all I ever wanted

at its precise time

yet

I find myself

staring at this blank page

again

wandering 

through many words

lines

and ideas

that are kindly

handing themselves 

to me

for its use

at my will

I can only think

this never fading

urge to write 

to you

comes from

the need 

of retributing 

the overflowing joy

caused by

the acknowledgement

of your mere existence

a joy

that never fades

as well

I have yet

to struggle

with the lack

of things I'd like 

to share or express

but

with the craft

of putting them 

in such an order

that it gets to you

the way I'm feeling

I may fail

at the task

most of the times

as anybody would

but the origin

never does

It's always

the image of you

in many a scenario

taken from my memories

from the past

or the future

that manages 

to arrive 

to my side

intact

magnificent

and lovely

as usual