Moved on, like you are in a marathon,
Never gave a reason for those gone,
Brain starts making you blur,
Still i revive with my mental fur.
Keep going is becoming tougher,
As you are my origin of writing chamber,
Make sense, was your descision,
Till i am not fully done,
Exploring you, became my hobby,
For me, you are my mental ruby.
Dare not to define,
As i am confine.
You are the Atlantic of emotion,
Defining you is beyond my diction.
Flesh and blood may change,
My words will reach to your range.