I'd like to see a star out there
that could compete in warmth,
but stars could blind me if I stared,
yet my eyes are unharmed.
I'd like to see a fertile soil
that nurtures like your care,
but grounds can be a mortal coil
around those needing air.
It's hard to grasp how you defied
the logic of my thoughts,
yet nothing stands up to deny
these feelings that you brought.
My words are few, yet all I have
are some of them to give
- to show my thoughts and less than half
of my heart on my sleeve.
But it is there, not shown with words,
for they are not enough
to welcome you with all your worth
- they're simply far too rough.
I don't think that I'll ever see
a being that competes
in strength and softness owned by thee,
no matter how elite.
Yet even if it would exist,
I wouldn't even care,
as long as you are not a mist,
as long as you are there.
На Петя, 21.12.2021