to my gf

when i look at you,
what do i see?
how do i look past
what you intend to say,
portray?
for me, you are —
the pure sunshine,
no, really, you are…
your thick and long
and glossy hair
touching elbows,
the pale white skin
and eyes that speak eternity
the Buddhism the Dharma,
the east in its oblivion
and sublimity.
you are the daughter of
Genghis Khan,
cleaving new waves of destruction
and victory upon the white race.
you’re perpetually washing aside the
streaks of conformity,
love that breeds inside your heart,
and kindness
that just reappears no matter
what i say or do —
you’re just there,
always.
we can be both
hungry and thirsty and cold
and yet you are there —
always,
immediate,
ready to land a helping hand.
you are the princess
the Genghis Khan daughter,
the one who’s eyes
speak of adventure
the Asian landscape,
Indian and Chinese.
a sudden streak of disobedience
— you call me up
and ask for advice…
and I’m there,
for you,
until we part by deathbed
because you are that person —
beautiful and kind,
the one deserving fortunes —
so bear that in mind.
i see you as a princess,
as a greek statue
but in a Buddhist temple.
you bring me peace of mind:
you are — embodiment of
meditation.
your hands and eyes,
they speak before you utter
any word…
so just stay still —
you’re the birthday girl.