She lives every moment in his breath, cuddled by his love
She is all alone if detached from the warmth of his arms
Never had she thought to win over her emotions for him as
Liberty from his armor of love could outbreak her too badly
But on a day she wore a dispassionate mask so deliberately
That her heart was reflecting the evidence of her adaptability
Still once in a while she loses her grasp over her mind
And her soul whispers “I am not ignoring you, never can I.
But the more I am unseen by you, the more I get used to that”
It’s just a play of a burning heart in the hunt for a balance.