You look beautiful when you are clumsy.
The classy you, what you are now
is not the you whom I loved.
You were like a storm.
Like a rain which sooths your body.
You, that messy hair that deep smile
That is you.
Every silence has its own love.
Every passion has its own virtue.
You never wanted to be the same.
You were the darkest truth of every beauty.
Which is a soul.
The clumsy you is you from within.