'How could you love me?',
Every timber in his voice that day,
Plays on the strings of my core.
As his words gently graze my neck,
I sigh as I think of an answer.
'How?' I laugh lightly,
If only I could tell him that day.
That he was somebody,
You cannot not love.
It was so easy,
To make him the centre of my world.
When his laughs were the songs,
Every inch of my soul danced to.
When his smiles were the lights,
I couldn't help but turn to.
When his crooked touches were the fire,
Burning my...