Life is Short. So is this book

#78

I've always dreamt of stitching the sky into a poem and present it to you, to ink a world for us on my canvas, and to build a kaleidoscope of metaphors for our blind love. Yes, you were the poem I've waited to write all my life.

And yet again, when you came, and melted in my embrace, not even an ink drop spilled out. Is love that complicated?

- butterflies in a jar by Ram Chanduri