From Love to Hatred

As the morning wind touch my face,
I miss the perfume of his body,
That leaves traces of peace
So relaxing...
So consoling...

Though the well runs dry,
The smell of his breath still waters my soul
Though it’s barren inside,
The smell of his words will bloom the flowers

Something holds me tight
Urge me to figure out, what it is about
Why I always feel misery when he’s not around?
Then I imagine the kiss of his fragrance on my eye

The ghost of him follows my dream
Flattering my hair tenderly
Comforting me in his embrace

I bring him in my sleep
When I started to remember
The way he said “I love you”
I feel like I’m on fire
‘Cause it’s still echoing in my ear



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