I am the cold winter rain that people spite,
He has the mildness of a summer sun on the beach.
I pinch like the anxious weep of a shattered dream,
He offers comfort as peaceful as a baby’s sleep.
Though destiny plays games most hurtful of all,
We, maybe were not meant to be after all.
Tricked me into believing that he could forever be mine,
Had me forgotten that darkness could never be a home to light.
There is a meanness dripping alongside my touch,
He carries the selflessness of a mother’s hug.
I am the greed in a skinflint person’s dream,
He is the content felt from a soothing river stream.
Despite the fate that comes written on one’s hand,
This earth has now felt what’s it like to kiss the sky.
Keeping a silent promise to always watch over the other,
In their own loneliness, they make each other’s most loyal ally.