You came to me like the butterfly, beautifully fluttering your colourful wings to pollinate the flowers in my love garden. But then you left sapping all my nectar the very essence of my being.
is waking up to the warmth that ushers in the dawn of a new day and the freshly scent which betrays the leaves after a blissful romance with the morning dewdrops.
Of late, I have forgotten how to converse or make a golden bead of words. The distance you created between us keeps growing, swallowing up my every syllables. And now my throat aches from trying to exclaim them out to you.