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
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