During summer anxiety,
You aptly rehabilitated in my flimsy, pale arms
In between the dandelions, under the bee hive,
My fingers sketched your art, my senses adapted within the drug, where you finally pulled me afar.
During autumn hibernation,
My withered face cracked a smile, when My eyes found you lying beside,
The smell of cocoa that wrapped us close, The silent breeze that stirred you in motion, the nature's magic escalated our love, majestically.
During winter healing,
Under the soft, cosy blanket I pulled you near my whimpering heart,
My soul shared some unspoken words, around midnight you soaked my tears, and I drifted apart from the chaotic scars.
Till infinity and beyond,
Keep pulling the strings of my heart,
Yours, enchanted bookworm.
My isolated novels.