Its A Love Poem, After All Poem by fera nugroho

i thought i began to write phrases
of red roses and purple haze
two hearts in one place
you called it love in a velvet case

young and fresh
as mint and lemon oil
burnt in an aromatic pot
filled up the air
with the pleasant scent of love

you and i
side by side
perfectly abreast.
they asked,
love at the first sight?
no,
it just happened
at the last sight,
last night, to be precise…

i thought,
it was a blasted grace
a new phase for us to gaze
to write new phrases
phrases of love,
i supposed…

i thought,
it was love.
problems wouldn't be counted
no! !
not yet…

after all, its a love poem.
was it not?