My beloved,
I woke up with an empty bed this morning,
without your warmth near me.
I woke up to find that it was all a dream.
My beloved,
I miss my sweet morning tea, that got sweeter with your presence.
Now it's all sour, without any love to pour.
My beloved,
I got lost hearing the rain drops at the window,
waiting for your return.
I got lost hearing even the sky's grumble,
accompanying me to mourn.
My beloved,
Even the nature is sad with me,
When will you return?
Midnight
By __moonlady__
Yes, words sometimes do matter more than actions! A book full of whispered words under the cloak of darkness... More