You sojourned silently in my heart like a perspicuous rain drop.
Yet, you interpreted the sitch as a whole.
You filled up my world with pride and joy of thunder.
Your solemn, and rapt smile captured the dreary, colorless soul.
… And transfiguring it by ceasing a blunder.
Thou occupy me the mystical herald and cajole.
… And indelibly conquer my veins to become my eighth wunder.
You know life has halted for no reason embarking attitude. Life was part of the Donovans of fierceness, where people laugh at each other tackling the horror stories surrounding themselves.
Life is an emotion of eventuality, thus making it rich and awfully intertwine, yet embarking a gorgeous latitude of happiness and sadness. If it wasn’t for the lost euphoria, life would have shaped to be a small world of melodrama where life would laugh at all the technicalities at us.
Fools were taught, not to fight with love as they were the ones to win over and over again, thus finding inhospitable environments in unexpected places. Shattering thoughts struck us, and thus made the abondance of happiness and gloominess. Life knocked and made them cry for reasons unknown to many.
If only we were allowed to gaze past that secret door to centralise our curiosity and thus making love bear trust.