He is the One. You seem like the scent of a long-gone childhood You seem like a song hidden in a diary It was the elevator where our eyes sparked a smile, The smile that blows off a candle from its heat The smile that plants a love grenade. I adore your face Like a sunflower keeping up with the sun, I have met you in ways Like a mirage that never meets the horizon. Your wind keeps the winter warm. When you become the sun that struggles to peep, Your wind draws my hair on the face While I hear the jingling wind chime to sleep. I adore the geometry of the diameter of your nostrils, I adore your pearly eyes that keep me awake even when I dream about them in dreams, I dream of your eyes, I dream of them falling for the mole on my cheek, For my unkempt paint-less soft feet, For my shy dark eyebrows, For my fingers, when they run through your mind, For the way I make you laugh out of nowhere, For the way, I held myself str...