You are my sky

One shape.

for I always look up to you,
and you look after me.

You have never changed a thing.
You have given me more reason
to feel the warmth of your endearment.


You have crushed all my worries;
you have never thought ill of me.
You are killing me—
with those ceaseless cares and wits.

I have never thought you could be like this,
hanging on the cliff of my whims.
I have never foreseen how special I could be—
I was blinded and my judgment was clouded,
with all of you.

What could I ask for, when all I have is you.