**To the person who owns my heart**

I know, I would never suffice

An imaginary yard stick, nor measure

You, my love, are in love with a predecessor

Glimpse of her, you treasure

Search in every successor.

You try to fit the mold she left

At times with her crafty eyes

Others, with her bright light!

But in the end,

When you settle for the eyes, you missed the light

And the light never matches with the perfect eyes!!

On a crusade you went

A causality, I was never meant

Yet so spent..

I did try with kohl and charisma

With the stories you told.

But, something was amiss

The light glared my eyes.

Now wiser, I know

You set things free, you love

Doing so, I freed myself

From a mold I could never fill.

Now “capital investment" you became

My muse, to write poems and ever love

To I, I promise, not to try

To fit your mold, on another.