I had given my heart and soul to the person who didn't have either. My affection for him was like the tempest, wrecking any ship that'd take me safe to the shore, making my soul drench, then drown. Ironically enough, just like a soulless body is lost at sea, with no efforts to swim up to the rim, my soul drifted and swayed. For that's when I thought, to be lost is to love, and I thought I loved with my heart and soul, not knowing that the day I realise what I thought to be his guard, was a farce, and my love for him, light refracted by glass, is near. For when light is refracted by glass- probably my compulsion to reciprocate his love here, you see colours to be different, for I mistook the wavelength of my passion for love.
"You can make out it is piece of art when the words send a chill down your spine."