I will always carry you in folds of my heart.In my beat , crevices, all. May the days turn dark or moonlight floods my night. I will tenderly hold you in my tears, my smile. And the world will laugh for what a fool i am. Insane I will be called to carry in me smoke of past. But that's how I am. That's what roots me to my soul. Love everyone can, momentarily. But for some they commit to it silently without any expectations. It might sound dull, but for souls like me it's a end of all quests. A content, a submission, a serenity which volatile souls will always fail to relate.