; You
Being consumed by the thought of you,
Sweet serendipity,
All of you transports me to the farthest galaxies,
The smell of you,
Like soft comforter washed clean,
The warmth of you,
Like warm summer breeze,
The beauty of you,
Like a perfectly sculpted figurine,
Fibonacci ratio perfectly fits,
The sound of you,
Like beautiful hummingbird singing happily,
Would doing more made it better?
Would fixing me make us still a we?
Initially I blamed it on you,
but maybe it’s me,
but maybe it’s you and me,
I wonder what would’ve happen if we would’ve fix it,
Rather than setting it free,
Could’ve we been happy?