Opening poem
poem
This day just feels the same,
Just like it had always been.
No magic in the air,
No star dust of feels and love.
The charm I've never seen.
It's the day of love,
It's the day of depth,
At least that's what they said.
But even with you, my love,
It feels the same.
Or is it too special, in my head?
I wished to be there with you,
I thought we'd spend the day,
Hold your hand in my hand,
Your arms I wished to lay.
Just doing nothing,
And saying everything.
I wished to hear from you
The tales of when I met you,
And tales before it too.
We'd laugh upon our mistakes,
And cry with tears of joy.
And in between those good times,
I would have found my boy.
We'd go chasing the sunset,
As day wrapped along the shore.
And with the end, we'd hug tight,
And kiss from depth of core.
Like I mean it with my life,
Like I mean it with my soul.
I'd seen it in my dreams — this day,
But was it not just a foul?
For it's the day of Cupids again,
And yet I am all alone,
Despite having you to love,
The love that can't be shown,
The love that I can't just own!