not less than everything
you were just a hue of his solemn revery a woman clothed in the abstracts too good to be true ideal in every way you were just this little boy's wish, his dreamt Utopia the edge of his hope the faith of his heart, the opposite of his doubt you were not less than everything for him For you were his unreached ambition, his worthy fascination; his unplumbed deep his somnolent orbs. . a prisoner long had he been of love's a prison bars his introvert's passion the soul's crib of consolation... Miss, you were the only person who made him savor the tune of silence; never despise thyself. Btw, He never misses your absence