You walked into the room,

with a gaze so cold,

making me wonder if it was winter,

realizing that sometimes the beginnings can be bitter.

 

Time stopped for no one,

as days turned to months,

i drew close to you,

hoping to unveil your mysteries.

 

Little by little,

i saw you in different light,

as your words were as warm as your heart,

and as beautiful as picaso's art.