filled with moving emotions, the depth unseen.

feels so right beside him,

yet just what does he think?

who cares what the world thinks? aloofness!
its fine standing against the winds alone -
just?

no matter if i do more, but it must be fair for the rest.
considerately stark with contrast,

charm he does not know, strength he does not see.

warms you like you're in front of a fireplace, only to send chills in a gale.
just how do i find him if he remains so hidden and confusing?

draw?

doesn't matter.

as march approaches, one end would be tied.

and as march leaves, the other one would too.

conclusions will be drawn, and this passing phase closed.

can't wait? can't bear?