\he was like untocuhed snow;
cold, exciting, new, beautiful
and i was like a february sun;
explosive, dangerous, lying, false-
melting him until he disappears\
\he was different, yet the same,
i could see some strange light in his eyes,
and it excited me and scared me to death
at the same time\
\i still don't realize how his smile
brightened up my morning, and
made my day better\
\he was my one and only,
and even though i will never
get to touch his neck with my lips
and taste alcohol off his mouth,
at least i got the pleasure of being
in his presence and got the privelege
of him laying his eyes on mine,
being the reason for his smile\
i hope i get over him someday