Why only romanticize
Sun, moon, day, night, sunset, sunrise
I only fantasize
Your touch, your breath against my skin
Your words, Your laugh
Your smell and everything;
but this is only half
Years later
When I'll see your photograph
It'll still be about your charm
The ones in which I collapse in, your arms
Ultimately
Me writing about flowers, forest, butterfly, tree at last
All about you in different drafts
Attached with your picture
Asking you to come into my arms
