He was the boy I wasted my daydreams on,
Like French kisses I yearned to cover his body in,
The Mistletoe I wanted to stand below while he wrapped me up in a warm, passionate embrace during the holidays.
The prayers I begged to whisper under the sheets as he caressed me fervently.
He was wholly.
He was comparative to the seasons that change drastically, yet surrounded you by a comforting happiness that blanketed your entirety.
Beauty that radiated a warm glow in which  possesses your soul through positivity.
The garden I tended to, when you needed some growing.
Like a flower that was mid transformation towards a full bloom, in slow motion.
I watched you blossom into the most beautiful, captivating pleasantries the naked eye could ever witness.

He was the greatest thing since Gods roamed the earth.
He was a step above,
Even higher.
He was mesmerizing like the stars beyond the sky.
Always took my breath away with a single glance.
Even through the words he spoke.
My heart lost its beating, momentarily.
Skipping like pebbles through the lake,
Leaving ripples in the stillness of my soft ticker.
I was besotted.

veramente innamorato oltre,
dans chaque vie, je te choisis.
se thélo gia pánta

I only dream,
You would feel the same.

© Silky Sylph