Lost Love V1 Poem by Eddi Hong

The loneliness he believed.
Cracks down as she smiling.
Caught his attention.
With only her existence.

By the early-summer she came.
With the ice-cream she held.
He felt,
the taste of joy for the first time again.

Days to months they spent.
The dawn with green-field of grass.
The evening sunset of orange.
The night street with tender silence.

'aah this is it..', he whispered.
Another story will be engraved on blank pages.
The sheet of tales will be scripted.
Left to be read by the rests.

The love he received in that summer.
Will never comes again.
As the vow in Spring was delivered.
He concluded that love have shapes.