There's a tiny part of me,
Which still lives in the irony,
That it is pain which is my cure,
To the every hurtful storm I've endured.
I've loved you so much,
That even if today, the moon and the sun touch,
They will set aside,
The love in which they reside,
To stop and look at me and you,
Because we form a flower with crystal dews.
But believe me, this heart ache,
I bear, quietly, just for your sake,
I've loved you so much, I've wanted you every single day,
That today, only my words can say,
In black and white,
A story of thousand colours: shinning in bright light,
Starting with yellow, transcending in purple and finally black,
They tell me write about love, but that is  what I lack.
~*~
12th of December,2017
11:40pm