The sculpture of my soul
has only one carving
and that is the
design of soothing Romanesque
of your being
that is writ all over
my heart and my existence.
I chant your name like a devotee
And I don’t expect
You do the same.
For you will never realise
what you mean to me..


PHOTO CREDIT : ANT ROZETSKY
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