You will be loved...

Dawn dews; 

withered winds;

your barefoot walk.

Exhaled breaths,
viewable,
even in fogs.

 

Old hut,
near beach,
seashore.

Soft drizzle,
moist face,
petrichor.

Your eyes,
speaks . . .
unutterably,

Heartaches,
concealed,

Apparently.

 

From dawn,
to dusk,
your loneliness.

Shows well,
how he is,
his carelessness.

Close your eyes,
for a while,
see the unseen.

 

There's someone,
who let u reign,
as a queen.

Go on,
It's a chance,
That called second.

Forget those,
who consider you, 

an option. . .