Funny how Love remembers
Burrows into your subconscious
Implants an imprint
So specific, so divine
Most nothing could ever fit that shape
Not even the mould themselves
So instead, Love evolves
Transforms the once-divine-now-lost shape
Into a now-divine-full-stop shape!
Until the fact of it again moves on
And the meaning once more redefines itself
And I’m stuck awake in my sweet room
wondering when I’ll forget your shape
~ LJK