Dedicated to spacetodream

I want you to be my novel,
A book full of love and hues
But I would need a lot of words,
As I am as insufficient as the rain in Sahara.

I would need a pocketful of sunshine in winter,
A shadow of solitude in spring,
A sip of loneliness in summer,
A touch of rainbow in autumn.

A quarter of eternity,
A glass full of infinity,
A whole lot of you and me,
Is all I see in a boundless canopy of We.

❤

BC