Water stained glass windows 
Tear stained pillows 
Heart spilling blood staining my brain 
I feel so cold 
This air is stained 
Stained with the smell of you.

Payaldhiman

The memories

Seeker, tell me— what is gold to one who sees only silver?

Am I the fool for trading, or is she blind to balancing silver with gold?

Even knowing this, still, I throw my gold upon the scales— because love is a gift, not a debt to be repaid.

But heed this, Seeker— love is not a bargain; it is a mirror. Only love must redeem love.