I complained and lost thee,

my beloved portal to oxytocin,

I have always adored you.

Never really meant the words I said out of complex emotions,

you looked inside of me when I was most vulnerable,

if you may have judged me, just keep it to yourself.

As lovely as it was, I wouldn't have minded dying in your arms.

A portal to my enemy you saw---

what you shouldn't have, but fate was written,

goodbyes were due, and we skipped them for the love of summer,

oh! summers, summers in your arms, lovely, lovely sleep I had,

evening breeze so welcoming to my face,

I have never felt like this anywhere,

no wanderlust to see the world, I could have died happily in your arms.

where to go? oh! come and tell me,

you're eternity, endless, boundless, love of physicist,

possibilities to find answers fulfil their chest with pride in it.

Where should I go now? I write to you but you will never read it!

Summer was when you adored me as much as I adored you.

Mozart makes me weep silently as I write to you endlessly,

If you're Keats then I'm your Fanny,

fate was written so I was left without you my honey.