Classy Poems

One summer before,
My heart was cold.
Wore the same red scarf,
That was twelve months old.
Fake hopes and sour smiles,
Every day I was turning wild.
Memories passed through my mind,
Of the same old windy night.
Then one eve,
The coin of my fate tossed.
Felt of something enchanted,
That I forgot everything I lost.
I owned the one,
Who could make my heart warm.
But the one’s absence could create,
My inner storm.
Timespan of six months,
And my heart was warm forever.
I once believed,
I wouldn’t heal ever.
The one is now my soul,
Without which I am dead.
Now I know that-
Love is golden,
Once I believed,
It was burning red.
To the one,
You’re my daylight.
You’re the moon,
To my darkest night.