Like a descendant from the sky,
you appeared,
my angel, my shooting star.
Steps by steps,
as u edged closer,
the sight of you,
took my breath away.
Such a look,
I'd die a thousand times,
just to have another glimpse of it.
Then u left,
without a chance,
for me to bid farewell.
A fortnight,
a fortnight before the next sighting,
a fortnight, which crafts the 3 words deeper in my heart,
a fornight, i can't imagine how long it actually means to me.