Don’t recite this poem.

If you do,

then expect the falls of rain.

Maybe your heart

will stop that fuming thick black smoke.

Maybe your eyes are meant to

stay next to her glabella.

Things might change.

Maybe your heart is tired and not sick.

Reminder.

So don’t recite this poem,

If you’re not ready to fall in love.

If you don’t want the reminder

that love is in the air,

No matter what ship you belong to

It’s encapsulated within the petricho

Such a pleasant smell.