Nobody has ever asked me
if I had dimples, before...

And I was never sure
if they were a beautiful characteristic,
or just dents in a round face.

They showed themselves, proudly,
after he had told me he thought they
were beautiful.

Lovely, even.

And a light pink quickly,
but gently,
surrounded them with a calming acceptance.

Even dents in my round pink face
were enough to make me feel beautiful
in his charming eyes.

A very friendly young man who wasn't shy to start a conversation with you.
'Was my first and last conversation we shared
Til an equally painless force took him from his loved ones.
And from people like me,
Who were for some reason or another,
Meant to have known of him.
Rest In Peace.
Rest in the friendly Earth's soil.
Rest with memories of you
In conversations shared between your loved ones
And people like me.

You've never changed
And your unfathomable number of wrongs
have never changed intentions.

Do you wish that I in return,
Solicit faithlessness?

So you may feel
As if I'm really not as high as the matured stars,
But a stick in the childish mud,
like you?

Tell me why would I want
To ever change my intentions.