The warmth of my hand in your hand
As you rest your head on my lap.
like a boulder, like a child,
it was like we were one, for once.
A feeling unexplainable.
like the flower yearns for the Sun.
I do not love you, for love is too light a word.
You consumed me, and I cannot escape your world
You surround me like the cold air in Winter,
and the warm air in Summer.
And a Spring breeze on a bicycle and
the Autumn fire.
I'd go anywhere with you,
if only you would take me.
Holding my hand,
telling me you need me as much as I need you.
But you are the Sun,
the Sun that does not yearn for the flower's affection.
I do not love you, for a feeling as strong as this
can no longer be described by love alone.
