your words have always been as sweet as honey drips from an odd tea in the cold morning.

your actions have always been as kind as the sunflower's patient longing for the sun to absorb its light and attention.

your stare has always been as soft as a rainbow at the edge of the white cloud in the deep blue sky.

your touch has always been as gentle as the wind blows horizontally leaving my skin trembled.

your love has always been as beautiful as a remembered single line in a perfect poetry.


— but I didn't know,
your secrets also have always been as bitter as gall.