The entire realm
Of your
Beautiful bare-naked body
Is eternally engraved
In my mind.

Every bump,
Every bone.

The little freckle
On your left cheek
That catches my eye
Every time you speak.

All the scars
On the edge of your thigh,
One prominent one
Where my fingers would always lie.

The edges and curves
Of your heavenly hips,
All of which
My lips never skips.

The taste of your skin
I still feel from within,
But it's never the same
Till I feel you again.

I am not a writer
nor am I something great
but all I know
Is that I loved you
even from far away

How I wish it was me
you wrote that song to
Or it was my hand
that cuddled you

How I would turn back time
just to say I Do

Of all the loves in the history of the world, ours was a one that could not be.

Like a newborn child dying the moment it is born, like a flower dropping to the ground the moment it blooms, like a fire put off the moment it begins burning,

Our affections were robbed of a life!

But maybe that is why, this blank space, this nothingness would cherish our love...
Because out of all the loves that stood, ours stood out more.

It was not a smooth trail of ink that took the shape of letters.
It was a blot of ink, a gigantic one that could not take a form and yet left behind a stain for the world to remember-Of a love that stirred hearts only to put them to sleep!