Sometimes, on a good day, I see his love. (I dipped my toes in non rhyme).
A micropoem but never micro-longing.
She is his to conquer
How many ways can I color, "I love you"?
I hope he is happy and I hope she knows how lucky she is
There's an entire universe in his gaze which heals my wounds and all...
I know not anything.
Sometimes he thinks of me... (a poem)