he is the sun, moon, and stars in my sky.
he is everything i deem beautiful in my life.
i love this stranger, i know like the back of my hands.
everything i'm familiar with, begins from where he stands.
i painted his picture, the picture of a perfect stranger.
all the passion, and all my love for his spectre...
nothing more than the expectations i harbour
he is not what he is in my dreams.
i know, but i cannot see...
the real him i've never meet.
my pictures for the world, just a fantasy.
i love this stranger, and i know what love is.
it is the last leaf to fall, the first snowflake of winter.
it is the first and and last of everything of relation.
it is neverlasting, where most of which are memories.
yet he gave to me, love frozen in time and space...
where the last leaf never falls, and the first flake floats before your face.
love to me is eternity,
because he is immortality....
because a stranger to me... he will always be.
i isolate myself and runaway.... because i want the world to love me