'twas how it was

Whatever is it that stuck in my throat which blocks my screams?

Rendered my world in an awful turmoil.

Welling in my shouts and cries,

Deep inside at the peak of my lungs.

Almost bursting through my chest.

It is hurting, almost unbearable.

It is aching, nearly intolerable.

 

Through it all,

I learnt ; to kept my silence,

Whispers to the One above,

Picking myself up,

And live my life.

 

Never,

Shall I ever held the desire to forget.

Nor harbor the will to let go of dreams.

 

Still,

Always in my minds.

Remembered fondly and missed dearly

 

Je t'aime

My Adored.

A Tincture of hope.

An Incomparable persona.

A Quatrain sewn into dreams.

An Anecdote recounting memories.

For Hours spent and forthcoming.