No longer a protagonist in my own life;
All I have; now your treasured possessions.☺️
No longer the writer of my own story;
You remain my awe;
The anchor to my soul.
The map of your imaginations, my love outgrows.
I adore you beyond the reach of language;
This feels like therapy.
A soft collision of velvet wings.
I remain your white daffodil; eternally to lure you to warmth.
Remain in the deepest part of my venter☺️
Every recollection of you feels my venter with a tingly feeling;
Feels like a thousand of butterflies 🥺
~Panda🧿
