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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