What once was love.

He came like a winter season,
Leaving with only beautiful views for hearts.
He touched my soul like a comforting cup of coffee on a chilly night.
He was more of an artist,
Painting his thoughts more than words in my mind.
His personality was charming like a melody of an opera; soothing and pleasant.
Caring nature bounded him and intelligence enlightened the soul he embellished.
He was there when no one was,
Now there's an absence even in everybody's presence.
He left me like a scarf running through my neck in a well speed travelling with wind by my ears,
I couldn't stop him,for he wasn't mine to keep.
And that was known forever by me.