whenever I seem to close my eyes, i imagine her smile, and oh i wonder as to why does her smile feel like the light through a mere crevice. oh how i await the day, where oh she would tell me all the hidden secrets to her half lit sky, for the newly born moon to her seems to shine bright yet the most of it, lies in the darkness.
oh how my heart ached, the day she expressed it to me, as to oh how she feels like a mere disease. oh how my heart ached, to know as to oh how she have lived in pain for oh so long. oh how my heart ached, wishing i was nearer, so as to listen to the beating of her heart and oh how beautiful would it be as oh we would hug.
oh i don’t know my love, if oh I’ll be able to understand every piece to you, but oh I promise to hold your hand and walk with you. oh my love, i promise to listen to you, and stay calm even when you throw a fit, only to then hold your hand once again, and walk with you in silence so as to understand your heart, bit by bit. for oh my love, it is but a love one ever really needs that oh will stay.
oh my love, i always wondered as to what lied amid two twinkling stars and as to why don’t oh they cover it all. and oh my love, as i stumbled upon you a year ago and oh I knew why. for it was the sky, that oh my love, that wanted to sketch you, for a sky without the warmth of you won’t feel as beautiful. oh my love, i just seem to have connected the dots, just like the sky and that was all to this beautiful mystery.
oh my love, i would seem to love all the dresses that oh you might wear but the most beautiful of all them would be the one, breathing within you. oh my love, how as i write this, just looking into your eyes, makes me weave the poetry, that oh i was destined to write it to you.
oh my love, you gaze at the paintings in museums oh so many or do the paintings their gaze all to you? for oh my love you were born an art, but it oh wasn’t with ease. it was oh my love, through a process of sheer struggle that oh had so much to it but oh my love, in the end, it turned out into you; something oh so beautiful.
i shall look for every beautiful metaphor in this universe and name it after you. for oh just like art my love, you’ve shades to you. the way you get angry. the way you’re happy. the way you get sad. oh my love, you’ve oh so many flavours of mellifluosness to you. the sound of you giggling. the sound of you getting angry. the sound of you getting excited. the sound of you breathing. oh my love, you’ve moves to you. the way you walk while holding my hand. the way you hug me after a long tiring day. the way you move your lips on that of mine.
oh my love, to me you’re beautiful in ways oh so many. the innocence to your heart, the sweetness to your smile, the childishness in your words. oh I seem to love it all.
oh my love, i saw you once, holding the flower i gave you that oh I plucked from my neighbours garden. and oh how you were smiling at it’s layers and to the fragrance of it. and oh my love that’s when I knew, it wasn’t me who plucked the flower but oh my love it was the flower that chose you.
oh i ask you to take care of yourself, and just believe me, when I tell you, that oh it’ll be better, love.
someone asked me, if I’m close to this lovely girl and if she’s special to me. i replied, i wouldn’t know about that. but now I guess, that oh she was. then. now. later.
this is the first time, I’ve tried something like this. and I guess, there just couldn’t be a beautiful start than this no matter what lies in the end. i always write without expectations. now that maybe a lie. for all I expect is for her to read this and smile.