Poems are hard to write,

You are hardest to read,

And when it comes to describe you,

Eternity is the duration I’ll concede,

May it’s an illusion that i perceived about you

Or is it your magic, the reason of my defeat..

I lost myself without even playing this game,

And now I’m searching for myself in your 

name, that’s the problem about these things, 

Nothing is wrong at all, nor there’s anything 

right, And thus, surely poems are hard to