This is the poem I wrote for my sibling (17 yr old sister), just gazing in retrospect and compiling the thoughts and events down the memory lane from the time when she's born coming back to today's busy life and plan for a meeting soon.
To all those who would never stop believing :)
The eternal home of my life is Only the shadow of you...
The smell of our love
Is like a chamomile flower!
It gently hovers all around,...
Just as it says on the tin- every couple has their own love bubble, a space where only the two of them exist. Their own little world within this big world full of other bubbles. And yeah, it sound kind of childish to call it that, but whether you're
words that eat up the time all consuming in my mind capturing all scents leaving me with no comments this is the eclipse of my life, a phenomenon that rarely occurs every day.
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