Nov 2021
It's like the songs of birds behind the greenest leaves and strongest branches
In the face of the pleasant orange sunrise, which is a breeze, I can't miss an inch.
Your virtual presence is just that much freshness into my being.
Indeed, trees don't die from living long.
But from the spot its roots are.
I have clearly been in the wrong spot.
And every spot seems wrong if it has no you.
It's like a love song dedicated to a broken heart
Which its rhythms go beat to beat with that of the shattered heart.
Your voice is just that much warmth to my soul through my ears.
I can just imagine waking up to it, coming back from work to it.
Darling, I can't even imagine you shouting.
But surely when you do, you are the most beautiful sounding angry bird.
If I had such a voice, I'd demand a cheque for every word I whisper.
Because your vocals remain a blessing to one's ears.
It's like my art teacher's everyday words…
"Opposite colours create a new one".
Or perhaps my biology teacher who said
"A hybrid is the special one in the family,
Mom black, Dad white.
And the product grey."
That is how I every day envision how our sandcastle love would turn out.
The left foot needs the right one to dance to the rhythm, does it not, my dear adored?
It's like innocent snow white eyes of a newborn baby.
One which has never witnessed any brutality of this harsh world.
Your inner being is just that much authentic compared to the others.
Where was I when the world was keeping away from me such a wise young lad?
I oath upon my words when I say
That the angels were too lazy to create your brains
And gave you ones of an old wise man who was taught by experience in all angles.
Little did the heavens know that such a reincarnation would be a gift to me.
I plan to frame your picture and place it on the wall of my heart.
I plan to build more castles in my world of fantasy, my king.
And my heart plans to keep the door open
Even though it knows you would not come in.
I hope you plan to remain the same.
Whoever the lady is, that is meant for you,
saw the most generous shooting star to wish upon.
In the face of the pleasant orange sunrise, which is a breeze, I can't miss an inch.
Your virtual presence is just that much freshness into my being.
Indeed, trees don't die from living long.
But from the spot its roots are.
I have clearly been in the wrong spot.
And every spot seems wrong if it has no you.
It's like a love song dedicated to a broken heart
Which its rhythms go beat to beat with that of the shattered heart.
Your voice is just that much warmth to my soul through my ears.
I can just imagine waking up to it, coming back from work to it.
Darling, I can't even imagine you shouting.
But surely when you do, you are the most beautiful sounding angry bird.
If I had such a voice, I'd demand a cheque for every word I whisper.
Because your vocals remain a blessing to one's ears.
It's like my art teacher's everyday words…
"Opposite colours create a new one".
Or perhaps my biology teacher who said
"A hybrid is the special one in the family,
Mom black, Dad white.
And the product grey."
That is how I every day envision how our sandcastle love would turn out.
The left foot needs the right one to dance to the rhythm, does it not, my dear adored?
It's like innocent snow white eyes of a newborn baby.
One which has never witnessed any brutality of this harsh world.
Your inner being is just that much authentic compared to the others.
Where was I when the world was keeping away from me such a wise young lad?
I oath upon my words when I say
That the angels were too lazy to create your brains
And gave you ones of an old wise man who was taught by experience in all angles.
Little did the heavens know that such a reincarnation would be a gift to me.
I plan to frame your picture and place it on the wall of my heart.
I plan to build more castles in my world of fantasy, my king.
And my heart plans to keep the door open
Even though it knows you would not come in.
I hope you plan to remain the same.
Whoever the lady is, that is meant for you,
saw the most generous shooting star to wish upon.
