Wednesday, October 16, 2013

She

And this is how she loves... 
me.
like wrapped packs of gifts
preordered and delivered 
way before each occasion.
I couldn't fathom how
every season should be special.
She's a time traveler
And I do love her.
But way before I did,
she first loved me.

Now, I hold the sun
for a cloudy day.

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