What is ‘time’, when you’re around? Unreal.

Merely a man made notion. The hands of my clock go unmoved.

I get so lost in your aura, almost blinded by the light you so effortlessly possess.

Who sent you?

Who has made you make me feel like the seasons?

You make me bloom like spring, you get me hot as if it were summer.

I fell for you like autumn and when I’m without you, I’m as cold as the winter.