this
this feeling
so familiar yet unknown
wish i had the words to discern such melancholy to be known
to be beholden by such tender remorse
left still unfolded; wanting to be molded by such delicate a touch
you seem crestfallen, downcast and off guard
are you waiting? promise you are not fallen, still held in close to my dear heart
just stop berating thine self, think of me here whether apart or near. still burn for you sweetheart; will forever more be yours














