In this old building,
Filled with so many stories,
I choose to see love and life,
That has remained in these withered woods,
So many hearts,
That must have melted at the sight of neatly aligned trees across these windows,
Fresh rain clattering on the leaves,
Reassuring that all the dust of past will be washed away,
Gusts of winds,
That would have calmed the fears of unknown,
Creepers that would have climbed like a web,
Just like your love has done to me,
It's here, in my loneliness,
I ask what you are to me,
I think of you as a heartfelt poem,
Morning dew on which I walk barefoot,
A sky filled with stars that I see lying in desolate places,
A head leaned on my shoulders,
A hand clutched in mine,
A kiss that melts the world away,
A time machine that takes us to a lush green meadow,
As the rain, the wind, Creepers and your love,
Do their magic,
And my heart is filled,
With enough love,
I wish the power of my words,
Meets the melancholy of your absence,
And we make peace,
In this old building
