Not yet,
Thy laugh, still a melody to my ears,
Thy voice, still a gentle wind I breathe,
Thy compliment, still my favourite poem,
Thy face, still a moonlight on the ocean in my eyes;
How can I?
Thy existence were like;
Pouring a cup of espresso,
Filled the emptiness of the cup
With the warmth, the taste and flavours.
Sep 4, 2024
Sep 4, 2024 at 3:59 AM UTC
Not yet,
Thy laugh, still a melody to my ears,
Thy voice, still a gentle wind I breathe,
Thy compliment, still my favourite poem,
Thy face, still a moonlight on the ocean in my eyes;
How can I?
Thy existence were like;
Pouring a cup of espresso,
Filled the emptiness of the cup
With the warmth, the taste and flavours.
