It's been three years since we first held hands and now I am homesick of you, each time you have to leave; we talk for the entirety of the night, shifting topics, sipping love and whispering tales.

However, every other day I feel like there is something still left to explore in you. That you are not just a speck of universe and you are not just composed of tiny tales but a living poem which has different shades of grey. My days are hungry for your presence like we haven't met for years. I crave for Sundays to let our eyes wander, wander in this familiar yet unknown town, wander in the oceanic depths of each-other's souls and I let your hands run over mine. Exploring the depths of your soul I feel that there is so much to be known about you, to journalise about you every night and to write poems that only we can breathe. We roam around the streets of this old city and you ask me why don't we take a trip somewhere and I tell you that we explore the world everyday seeing in each-other's eyes, colourful dreams, and that these monochromatic places hold nothing. I have always used these poetic devices to define your presence and existence, However, I fail to find a verse filled with heavenly love that elucidates your soul!