I love your smile. And the smartest eyes.
And barely grasp the depth of your indifference.
If only there was magic to ignite
Your soul again - for Our warmer winter.

I follow steps of past in days of January,
And no regrets I have for trying hard:
You were a gift of second fairytale,
That came across the story of my heart.

I love your mind, so precise and fast,
For joy and happiness through lens of sharpness.
I thank the Nature for its' work of Art,
Adore your chiseled silhouette in darkness.

I held in hands of mine your light and trust...
Forgive my spark, so charmed by wine of verses.
It was like winter, - season that won't last,
But memory that lingers and emerges,

When you would least expect a meeting with regret,
When you would sit, untroubled, by the fire.
I cherish simple times we had:
A wave inside is more than a desire.

But here we are: you left; I'm uninvited, -
And snow will never fall the same for us.
A gentle shadow-touch is only in my writing.
You were a spell that was so worth to cast...

January 2026