Almost like love. But not quite. Something’s missing. In the execution. Or the imagining. Of what love should be like. What love feels like. // Almost like lovers. Destined to fall time and again. To meet by chance and stay. For quite a long, long while. Before fate lets them go. // Almost like regrets. Almost like longing. For what should have been. What could have been. Almost like a dream. Beautiful yet fragile. // Almost like a feeling. That no matter how hard one tries. Can never be captured again. Like a scent. Lingering. A smile. Fading. A face. A pair of eyes. Yeah, like… Almost… For those who dare / Dream of a better world / Cherry blossoms / Eternal spring. // For those who dare / Laugh. Stand. Face. / Injustice. Darkness. Evil. / Such courage deserves / Nothing less than / The purest of white, / Indomitable lotus. // For those who dare / Love. Share. / I salute you / And offer you / A bouquet of roses, / Color of fantasies come true. // For those who cry / Calla lilies / For those who smile / Tulips / For those who dare / Sing. Write. Dance. / Artists of all varieties / A carpet of wild flowers / Shimmering in / Sunlight. Moonlight. / Or starlight. // For those who pray / For those who stray / A bulb of your own choosing / ‘Cause if you still care / Or dare / Then, time for blooming. I’m giving you this space / Which is my heart / So you can roam / And stay there forever. // I’m giving you this dream / That I once had / As a child believing / In fairy tales and their / Happy, shiny endings. // I’m giving you this time / But with a condition attached / You’ll have to make it last / Till our future becomes our past. // Would you give me your present?
