You are my eternal winter
Yet your crooked smile is my ever sun.
That sun could be my tangible flame?
To soothe this aching heart, that has loved in vain.
Or You could be my summer, Just like a Summer is to Seth.
Or a Lana Lang is to Clark Kent.
Often, Your ambiguities are my troubled thoughts
which reek of fear, yet this fear is the heart of love.
Not a single day can pass by
where I have completely forgotten about you.
Everytime I find myself asking
how are you, where are you.
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