The poetic uses of our intertwined lives,

show our triumphs as well as our strives.



Our love (budding as a blossom in June),

may be unseen to others;

and our parents may not understand,

but even in the dark I know it's still there.



Living gets hard when you are away


from the one you love.

Although

One must know that even when we are far away

we are still

so

very

close.



A sage once said,

that the world is only as large as you find it to be.



You can tackle it with force, using all the strength you have;

or one can coax it into their favor,

moment by moment.



My heart feels restless when I am away from you,

yet it continually beats simply for your touch.

For the relatively of

where you are

and

where I am

is miniscule;

compared to how we long for each other.