He dribbles his words with his admiring fleeting gaze which is…

dare I say daunting

I ponder,

I wonder in the perpetual circle of my thoughts ever so haunting,

With an undesirable garden built by my mind to accommodate the butterflies

A genius in my eyes who has mastered the method of detaching from reality

An artist as well,

who has mastered the art of painting eternity

right before my eyes just for me

Forever he said,

that’s how long I’m willing to love you

Even when my soul leaves my body

and my heart stops beating

One thing I forever carry with me that will never die…

is my love for you.