These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

The Fire Tree

from afar, it gloriously blooms
ever fiery, every passing day
vivid against the evergreens
both untamed beauty, and a bride's bouquet
even unnoticed, it will go on
putting forth it's brightest flowers
even if he never looks up
where he walks, there'll be orange showers...
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Dear dearest, these are your love songs: