I haven’t lived that long but still long enough to see that you are passing by quickly. Years are going by so awfully fast and it hurts. But dear life of mine, in this unrelenting current, please don't you ever let me lose my guiltless love for you, keep me forever in my shameless awe of your simple beauty, let me burn my foolish love for your skies full of stars, your fields made of gold and all those peaceful mornings blessed with your rising sun..
Never let me lose my zest for being me in this vanished world. Let me be simple, let me love endlessly, let me smile with wonder, let me forever keep my glaring enthusiasm about having you. Promise that in this brief moment of tasting you, I will forever stay true to who you’ve so tactfully designed me to be. Myself.
My moment of poor poetry.