#WritcoPoemPrompt70
You took my pulse without ever touching me,
like honey and flowers, you were my bumblebee
I visited you every now and then,
sometimes in secret
and other times you could see me.
But just like a shadow, I was always meant to remain obscure
That day, like any other,
I came around,
once again hiding away.
But this time you were not alone
I saw...