His lips tasted like red wine...

I dreamt we stood on the fringes
of a chateau.  
 
Lingering at the front of a tiny church with stained glass windows and monastic ceilings that were risen as we walked upon polished wooden floors, and in that lucid state of mind whilst immersed in that very moment, you triggered a flow of salty tears, and I knew what it meant.  
 
Outside, was just as beautiful as we leant upon one another overlooking the endless fields of flowers that seemingly blossomed & swayed with us as we danced throughout the transition from sunlight, to dusk.  
 
We share in everyone’s happiness as we know it doesn’t negate ours, and the way you pierced my eyes with yours, left me hopeful that true love still exists.  
 
I saw a light in you, and still, after all this time I’m drawn to you in ways that only my heart & soul, can extrapolate upon.  
 
I wonder if you’re OK, and in good health ?  
 
Perhaps, I will never know, and you will continue to watch me from afar.
 
Time, was all I had to give you but you’re always too busy to ever truly understand the gravity & depth in which I fell for you, these days.  
 
And still, I fall whilst grieving what should have been when we blossomed upon one another during the end of Summer, and all throughout the Autumnal fall as the impeding Winter chill, froze our hearts.