Tell me
When did the sun start peaking out?
The grey clouds unfurling like a whisper
Of sweet nothings and softly spoken promises
The seams of a heart placed together
Mended in the dark with threads of gold and stolen glances of the soul
A gentle hand placed gently at the nape of my neck
Lulling me into the crook of your soul
Soft and warm, morning break after a restless night
Tell me
When did I fall in love?















