Love is felt in the unseen
depths of surreal bonds

Beauty at its best is only felt
neither touched nor seen

A dream worth hours of silent sleep
Where every turn remembers you

I have started glorifying my solitude
As the moon chuckles away at these moments...

I have woken up to a day where every gloom is pleasure
There is no room for sorrow

That is perhaps the best gift
Dedicated to The Thing Called Love!