Serving another never seemed more gratifying
It wasn’t a question of love
Yet there was a constant need to say it
Losing oneself to proving what is what
Strength and confidence becomes needy of another
Until the other becomes the best part of every day
For to have is to hold, for richer or poorer,
In sickness or health, in good or bad times till death only
Yet he became unforgiving only because she became unrelenting
A little patience and smile
Yet became unbearable till realizations were made clear
She’d lost her king –
The one who made her heart skip beats,
The one for whom she would do anything,
The one who defied logic and sense with her,
Perhaps to loose is the only way to be found again
In true restoration of admiration and appreciation yet again.
Beautiful peace there, Buki.
Thank you. Been a while, nice having you back!
Yes it has been,it feels good to be back though.
Welcome back