M.

September is a fact,
I lost you in August,
Have I ever had you?
Were my waiting years notwithstanding?
Was it, after all, an illusion that I believed in so much?
You and I and I and You .. We .. so deep, in eyes,
The soul so open,
But the reality was less beautiful,
You polished the feathers of your outfit,
breaking without tools,
you suddenly turned less beautiful,
Your ego took a walk with you,
someday you come to your soul that you hope,

I will always continue to believe in
your soul I love you dearly ..