Ordinary you

"The first time he saw her face
Fervour pierced his heart.
Her warmth stitched his wounds,
With the needles of time.

The dark sky resembled
A painted bee hive,
With silky-good wishes
And droplets of light.

Dead flowers rose
And bloomed on that night.

For the star of the sun,
Shown deep in her eyes."

-Clairel Estevez