He is the gentle touch that you’ll feel from the breeze. He is the dawn that you’ll sit with even if you haven’t slept.
His love leaves traces of warmth. As he collides with me, I felt nothing but pure bliss. His genuine love makes all love irrelevant. I am glad to have closed all doors except for him – who made all other loves not worthy to look at. He is more than the one who can sing you lullaby for his love can calm the storm.
I am the storm, and I hope he can be always be the sun to embrace the darkness and give rainbows after my raging thoughts. He is the reason why I’d love to live longer in this life. I hope I will always feel the warmth of that gentle touch and sing me our lullaby every night.
Serendipity and Chaos of Life 