Towards the end of a cold dark winter dulu
Where spring is approaching
There was always that feeling of anticipation
For the first day of spring
For that first bloom of flowers
Sign of life approaching
That dim sun, shining shyly after hiding for months
Shining as if its unsure whether it is time to shine
The leaves sprouting out
Trying to outlive the last blow of the winter wind- fighting harshly for the last time
I wonder if such description
Can equal love
I cant quite describe when it creeps in
or how
I am (definetelyy) no romantic pun
But darn, falling in love feels good.
Someone.
Stole my heart.
Aiyah.
Pengsan.
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