When I think of you
my feelings fluctuate
between love and friendship
being neither one nor another
maybe they don`t belong to this world
this is my tiny gift to you
take my soul like a pliant clay
you can model out of it
any form you want
just drink me like water
like you drink wine
not to everyone's taste
drink me drop by drop
and I would whisper
my secret thoughts to you
and call myself
your imperfect creation