This page. This ink. This delicate thought.
This loud secret. This mind. This heart.
Your warm words. Your glistening smile.
Like sun, lit up my world.
They were so bright, I was burned.

My philosophy. My gaze. My wandering eyes.
My adventurous shadow. And my crazy mind.
I caressed your smooth soul under the moonlight.
It was so fine, yet bittersweet.
Like a diamond in a rough,
you cut me like fresh young love.

Your warm words. Your glistening smile.
Smelled like hot coffee that drives me out of my mind.
I was so eager to start the conversation and take a sip.
Yet you burned my hopeless romantic lip.

Your words. Your smile. Radiant like the sun.
They were beautiful, and they still are.
Your words. Your smile. Like a hug from a rose.
Painful, but it was worthwhile.