The man I have known for
so short, yet even that
feels like a lifetime,
oh him, so peculiar,
in his shelter of darkness,
his heart beams:
brighter than anyone's.
A heart - seemingly
so cold, still being
warm for mine.
The gentleman, who
used to greet me with a
smile, now with a
soft kiss as well when i arrive.
And my heart still races
each and every time,
it runs circles and
falls in his arms
all times I see him,
being greeted with
that smile.
Times changed.
The breeze of spring has
travelled through the air,
far far away, now the
golden leaves are falling,
me being one of them:
my heart drips down,
melt from that ray of his sunshine,
the sunshine of him being in my life.
And it melts everytime,
even if the breeze is blown
away, even if the leaves are
falling:
I am his - and he is mine.
S.R.
2022/november/12
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