Longing and desire don’t only belong to people they can be stirred by the brush of a hand, the fragrance of the air, or a city that never quite lets go of you. Travel has always been my heartfelt passion, the rhythm that makes me feel most alive. And among the places I return to, London holds a very particular spell over me. This poem is a love letter to the city – mischievous, indulgent, impossible to forget.
My Dearest London,
My favourite mischief, my exquisite indulgence
you give me reasons to misbehave, to float on waves of happiness and anticipation.
I never get to explore you enough, and every time, you reveal something new.
You teach me how to dance;
We move in step, in delightful balance.
Utterly mine, yet never quite tamed.
The moment we part, I ache for you.
The instant I’m gone, you whisper my name – and I listen.
Soon, my love, very soon, we shall be reunited.
Some cities fascinate us so deeply they hold our minds hostage – like lovers, always calling us back, yet never fully ours.
