Milena

A thousand letters and yet not even a kiss
My pen too weak to find the words to reach your lips 
I have learnt your tongue for a translation is an injustice 
I have left my home for a share of your perspective 
Your voice narrates my thoughts onto page 
My futile words and my dear love still remains.

No longer do I carry my own name
For I am yours, 
In speech and ink
Forever yours I became.

Jemeema Victoria