It was you who spoke to my heart,
your memories will always be on the canvas within, just like a perfect art.
It’s not the beauty of your eyes or body, that makes me week in my knees,
But it’s the simplicity of that beauty that brings me down to my knees.
You’d take care of me like a little puppy, when I’m sick,
now I’m done with recovery and wait to fall sick real quick.
I should be lucky to have had my time with you,
those memories in my mind are beautiful like a flower covered with dew.
I seem to find excuses in the form of news to share,
because no matter how petty they are, when I tell you I see in your eyes that you care.
A moment of thought is the best way to spend time
even the thoughts about you in my head are in a rhyme.
To yourself, you are one in a million,
but to me you’ll always be ‘The one in millions’
There are times when you are the oxygen my mind needs to calm down,
through all those times you make sure that my face is free from a frown.
Sometimes, it’s hard and it’ll get hard to breathe but just hold tight,
for when open your eyes I’ll make sure that the sun is shining bright.
When I opened my eyes I realised that,
those words are now dull, memories are faint and my thoughts are gradually getting flat.
May be in reality the chemicals were improperly mixed,
and the situation now is way out of line to be fixed.
But I will always have hope for things to turn out as written,
because there is a crack in everything and that’s how the light gets in.