It started
of the 2nd week of March
The
breeze, the traffic sound & you're voice
Like the
carrots on my salad I don't like
The
climate changes so with your hair colour
Days of
youth I overlook
Your songs
I failed to hearken
The words
that humanity talks
And now
that I think of it
The way
you strum bewitched me
Drum rolls
that beats in my heart
And your gestures
that make me beam
Still it's
your lovely melody that I am so fond
It's the
peak that enchanted me
The depths
of the ocean
Blue skies
that glows in you
So now I
am drowning
You came
for me to sing your love
But the
heavens & earth are against on it
So you fly
away & vow to come back shortly
Then you
never assured me when
Weeks past
& now it's summer
I'm sitting
here at home
Thinking
of all your whereabouts
Again, I'm
contended of watching you from afar
Authors Note: I wrote this poem for Luke, Michael, Calum & Ashton. This is the history of why I became their fan. I poured out all my appreciation to them on this poem & to their concert ticket I can't buy.
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