I have drawn a line with a wax crayon
On the surface of the stark white page
To know if the magic works that shined in the dark
And has the power to free my heart from this invisible cage

Unstoppable attempts from darkness to light
Which includes scratched nails till it bled blue
Scratched walls to make a window through an ignored hole
To make pass a ray of light that entered in all the forms of autumn’s hue

My Eyes sparked with the brightness of sporadic thoughts
But I couldn’t stop the feelings and I didn’t want to
The Feelings that were ineffable and started to live in limerence
And got changed with one cold touch under a green roof, which I explain as pure and true.