To you, my sweet one
To you, my sweet one, who’s like a whisper of dawn.
To you, who raised my spirit unknowingly when times were bad.
To you, who embraced my darkness as if it were your own.
To you, who made my darkness shine.
To you, who makes everything feel alright
To you, who makes me forget my fears.
To you, who wondered if it was worth the trial.
To you, who was afraid of tainting my pure greys.
Yes! you, the one standing there, lost in the tales I wove—
Here I am, writing this to you with a heart so sweet.
You’re the warm breath that I inhale,
Chanting your name in a quiet haste.
You’re the breeze that brushes my skin,
And the ache I feel when you’re not near in.
You’re the pulse that beats so strong,
The one in my ears, red and hot.
You’re the rosy hue on my cheeks,
The one that can burn but has shaped me.
You’re the touch I’ve yet to feel,
So tender, yet so soft and deep.
You’re the passion I crave so furiously,
The fire I’d never let burn wastefully.
You’re the spark that lights my flame,
The fire that fuels my every claim.
You’re my sweet star, so far away,
The one that’s grey but blazing all the same.
Burning passion
To you, my sweet one, who’s like a whisper of dawn.
To you, who raised my spirit unknowingly when times were bad.
To you, who embraced my darkness as if it were your own.
To you, who made my darkness shine.
To you, who makes everything feel alright
To you, who makes me forget my fears.
To you, who wondered if it was worth the trial.
To you, who was afraid of tainting my pure greys.
Yes! you, the one standing there, lost in the tales I wove—
Here I am, writing this to you with a heart so sweet.
You’re the warm breath that I inhale,
Chanting your name in a quiet haste.
You’re the breeze that brushes my skin,
And the ache I feel when you’re not near in.
You’re the pulse that beats so strong,
The one in my ears, red and hot.
You’re the rosy hue on my cheeks,
The one that can burn but has shaped me.
You’re the touch I’ve yet to feel,
So tender, yet so soft and deep.
You’re the passion I crave so furiously,
The fire I’d never let burn wastefully.
You’re the spark that lights my flame,
The fire that fuels my every claim.
You’re my sweet star, so far away,
The one that’s grey but blazing all the same.
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