Two boys once met, in innocence and youth,
Their hearts ignited with a flame of truth,
A love so pure, so genuine and bright,
A bond they thought could conquer day and night.


As years went by, they held onto their love,
Their passion fuelled by the stars above,
But life can be cruel, and the world can change,
And their love story began to rearrange.


Their paths diverged, as they pursued their dreams,
And life's hardships slowly tore at the seams,
Their love that once burned like a raging fire,
Now flickered dim, and began to expire.


Misunderstandings and hurtful words were said,
And slowly but surely, their love was dead,
They both felt lost, and wondered what went wrong,
For a love so strong shouldn't fade this long.


As they looked back at what they used to be,
They realised that love can set us free,
But love alone cannot bear life's heavy weight,
It needs nurturing and care, before it's too late.


And so they parted, with a heavy heart,
Each on their own journey, worlds apart,
But as they moved on, they never forgot,
The love they shared, no matter what.


For in their hearts, they knew it was true,
That once upon a time, they loved anew,
And though their love may have come to an end,
The memories they shared, they'll always defend.

In this world of constant change, where all things shatter,
Love, too, succumbs to fate, like the falling matter.
From high to low, all rises fall, gravity's hold supreme,
Leaving us to ponder, what's the purpose of this dream?

What's the point, I ask, of embracing love's allure?
Today, you were absent, and my heart felt unsure.
Before my weary eyes, I witnessed a tender sight,
Two souls, enraptured, frolicking in the evening light.

Their joy was evident, as they shared a playful kiss,
A secret world they cherished, a passion they wouldn't dismiss.
But love, they claim, is magic, with hidden tricks concealed,
Give me a single reason to believe this truth revealed.

The art of life, they say, elevates desires and dreams,
Including true love, where nothing's as it seems.
Just like you, dear Akalu, I long for company,
Yet I stand alone, amidst stars, in infinite mystery.

Awaiting a fictional lover, hoping for a guiding hand,
You understand my plight, in this desolate land.
Loneliness engulfs me, a lost soul adrift,
Circling a crush who never notices my existence's gift.

Akalu loko-loko, we both yearn to be complete,
To find a love priceless, with hearts firmly bound, sweet.
Someone to catch us when we stumble and fall,
A companion to withstand gravity's daunting call.

But unlike me, dear Akalu, you bask in the sun's embrace,
Its radiant light ignites you, casting a glowing grace.
My faith, once steadfast, has faltered and waned,
Leaving behind a sorrowful journal, a garden untamed.

As we grow up,
we become less afraid
of being haunted
and more afraid
of being heart broken.
©

loving you is like loving the sky above.
because in any state;

clear blue sky without clouds; draw a smile on my face and made my day instantly

purple-orange ish sunset sky; feels like the feeling of coming back home after a long day, give warmth and hugs to my weary heart

cloudy gray sky; letting me being gloomy and telling me it's okay to cry

starry night sky; accompanied me in the darkest hours, i could stare at and admire for hours, my late-night-talk partner

and after all, loving you is like loving the sky above; something to be admired from afar, unreachable, particularly for me.