I've wandered to many places,
Learned paradise and hell,
Witness how, Sky romances with eternal clouds,
How, it shape happiness in grey,
How it creates paradox of Rain.
The best place I've wandered,
is your heart,
It's where you've veiled my weakness,
saved my pride,
cloaked my damsel self,
from war machines,
and it's deranged people.
You balanced my dark with your white,
Blossomed spring in the graveyard of my thoughts,
Forged lightning with my shaky earth.
Since, I've met you,
I've become that postcard girl,
Going places to overcome resistance,
Beholding casualties in my ongoing battles against darkness and its bemoaning counterparts called "jealousy".