It's like the death of a sunset
when the night steals the last golden rays
and the earth
starved for sunlight
feels the cold caress of night creeping upon her.
The stars that shine so brightly are a bitter comfort,
for they may have beauty,
but no warmth to comfort her.
The black is endless when it settles fully,
Inky and thick it chokes,
it blurs,
like tears in the corner of your eyes.
Yet, the night is only a temporary darkness,
like our parting,
the sun will rise again
and bring us together
basking in the warmth of morning
and it's brightest star.
People say 'true love is hard to find'
But really it's just hard to notice.
It's something you sort of bump into like:
'Oh pardon me...... Gah I love you.'
It sounds like a funny thing,
But how else could you explain us?
We met in Kindergarten,
You talked to me while I cried my eyes out.
It was truly fate I think,
We were next to eachother for such a simple reason.
Both of our last names start with W.
From then on when I saw you in the hall,
I would smile and wave.
You would always wave back and make my day.
I think I fell in love with you,
Just from that.
The night you kissed me...
Everything happened so fast,
I let you do
Dear whoever you may be,
I may not know who you are, where you came from, what you look like, or how you managed to read this, but Id just like to say that: wouldnt it be great if we realized that we were actually perfect for each other?
I may be talking nonsense, but wouldnt it be nice that if out of the billions and billions of people here on this Earth, one of them would be absolutely perfect for you. Someone who was born to understand you, to complement your entire being, to love you so much, just like you are to me.
Well, I am on this search to meet you. What makes it more interesting is that, I may have already love