Your musk reminds me of the smell fantasies hold with intense desires of meeting in the lanes of nowhere. With every air particle crossing my nose I can relive the same you again.Your curly hairs have same circular curls which I see in the eyes of our togetherness, never complete. Your heart has the same touch which has of ancient places,with so many events but all buried in the cementary tomb of mere history. I could never decipher the feelings of those books which are dusty but feels fresh,but in your words I always see snow flakes melting to sink the coldness by bargaining with some warmth. In your race of chasing legacies I have seen love under your feet,every time you walk a step into the same everything of love gets crushed. Your musk reminds me of the obsession a little more than a beloved should embrace, a little more than the darling rose,with thorns. I would walk above those hues of you to bury them safely with the musk again,to fill every single molecule of air,to live you in me,a little more and a less complex for they say love never dies but let the people fly.