A love which starts as would a bloom,
Grow and grow yet never loom.
A love you cherish, as well as groom,
A love to take down to the tomb.

A love that is a summer night,
To take thy breath beneath a starry light.
A love that fused upon first sight,
And lasted long as it grew its might.

My love for thy an autumn day,
The sun stay hid, yet children play,
And as the wind shall blow the grey,
Remember that our love will stay.

A love presented, strong and bold,
Its walls withstand the winters cold.
My love for you cannot be told,
But only show, as we grow old.

She has brown eyes.
Like a rich drawbridge holding stories within.
The details like cracks of her sorrow.
A subtle beauty yet nevertheless, radiant.
Her hair is unlike straw.
But rather wool.
It’s dark, like a hazy cloud in moonlight.
The cloud of smoke in my lungs.
Like the passion in her heart.
A fathomless burning sensation.
I gasp for air as she takes my breath away.

I never wanted to lose you.
An odd thought since you’re not a game to win.
Nor are you misplaced or perhaps you are since you belong with me but are not here right now.
You’re out of place, yet no longer feel it.
Perhaps you’re not, but were rather lost with me because you belong in someone else’s company.
Perhaps the world I dreamt for us was not one for you.
You didn’t want ideals but were concrete.
You didn’t know what you wanted.
That was concrete.
But I dared to dream because I remembered that I didn’t before I met you.

Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue,
Looking back as if you could warm them up.
But soon I'll forget the colour of your eyes,
and you'll forget the fire in mine