I became a beekeeper.
You became the keeper of my heart.
The good thing about caring is that it is not supposed to be an advantage;
It's a gift.
I still struggle with words, with translating my heart
But you seem to understand me
Even in the deepest silence.
I never thought I would grow old by your side
And that's the magic of it all.
The only downside of growing old
Is doing it alone.
Your hands are cold sometimes,
When you interlace your fingers in mine
And it's okay.
Your heart is warm.
I became a beekeeper
And you became the keeper of my heart.
And it's just right.
We trade places sometimes.
