You are no more what you used to be, I doubt you accept it as true.... but I know it precisely. Maybe you don’t have anyone who tells you this, or loves you the way I would. You still bloom O' Lady of the Night, gorgeous and aromatic but lone, insensitive, and ignorant. Your elegance is still preserved in the stillness of my eyes like the fragile dew pearls fallen over the velvety spread of grass all over. The silence in your eyes, the slumbering beauty still seeps out of you and touches my eyes, skin, veins, and entire body.