His love was
this non demanding
kind of silent presence
That did not seek attention
That did not seek acknowledgement
That did not fight for lime light
in her heart
That did not compete
to hold her, to hug her
That did not seek to be captured
in photographs with her
That did not seek pedestals
His presence in her life was always there
Yet with a distance
that he did not seek to concur
His presence in her life
was like the sun
Always afar....Always ablaze
Yet warmed her world, Nevertheless
And part of her died
Turning in to crystals of ice
With Sharp edges, cold
That would externally thrive
Inside her......When the sun died
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 9:06 AM UTC
His love was
this non demanding
kind of silent presence
That did not seek attention
That did not seek acknowledgement
That did not fight for lime light
in her heart
That did not compete
to hold her, to hug her
That did not seek to be captured
in photographs with her
That did not seek pedestals
His presence in her life was always there
Yet with a distance
that he did not seek to concur
His presence in her life
was like the sun
Always afar....Always ablaze
Yet warmed her world, Nevertheless
And part of her died
Turning in to crystals of ice
With Sharp edges, cold
That would externally thrive
Inside her......When the sun died
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