There was you and I but never "us"
inside four walls and a roof, in one corner of your house
The unison of our laughter sounds like a lullaby
When I'm with you I never wanted to say goodbye
Remember the first night you held my hand,
you looked at me with those eyes,
and told me "you make me calm"
A connection that started with proses and poems
I might sound like a desperate poet
yet writing about you became a habit
The warmth of your smile,
it brings serenity to my heart even in hundred miles.
