The Season Of Warmth

Little things,

A sweetness of care,

The fondness of your presence,

Growth of self-love.

In intuition of being the best of me,

All of me I choose a part of your innocence.

The breeze felt me the absence of your presence.

Feelings of looking for you in everything,

Let me think about the longing to see you again.

The eyes speak more than the feelings you never heard.

A cold winter night,

I think about the walk in the dark.

He used to walk me back to my house.

Even the conversation never stops,

The moon shines back.

I looked upon to say who meant,

So hard to look into his eyes,

I was scared.

Let him think that I was just angry,

I had to wait for him that way.

That was the first time I realise 

"You are into my life in a part".