Vellichor
VellichorIn the sullen wintertime, not a single flower blossomed.
I saw not the weeping sky, nor the streets blanketed in paper-white.
What caught my eyes was you,
with your shoulders damp
and cheeks pink in the bitter cold.
Your eyes were blind to new books,
with perfect pages straight and unstained;
you stood beside me instead,
in the corner where old stories collected dust.
I asked you;
why did you favor those books,
with spines bent back and pages damaged by time?
And you answered back, with your eloquent tongue;
those books were worn because they'd been loved by many.
I heard not the low rumble of rain, nor the wind wheezing in my ears.
And instead, I listened to you,
with your poetic voice
sweeter than honey.
Together, we ventured into the land of words
and with every passing day,
our hearts grew warmer.
In that sullen wintertime, not a single flower blossomed;
but instead, our love did.
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