As a newborn clings to its mother’s *****,
I cling to the tenderness of love—
Or the illusion of it you seem to give,
The warmth I think I feel.

Once, I loved so freely.
A love unguarded, unscarred,
But now I yearn for that girl—
The one who dared to embrace the petals
And endure the thorns.

Her love I miss,
Fragile yet fierce, fleeting yet full.
She was the love I knew,
The love I wish still bloomed.

But you feel like a distant echo,
A mirage beyond my grasp.
Will I find you again?
One day, I hope I do.