Apricity is the perfect word,
Among all, it’s the best one I’ve heard.
The other words won’t do you justice,
For you, you ought to be the most I cared for.
It is the warmth of sun in winter,
And what a warm feeling you brought.
All of a sudden, a tempest—a killer—
Came and controlled every thought.
My hands are shaking—I am cold,
My heart is racing, what it did was bold.
It ravaged through my brain, my body, and soul.
Can a tempest erase us all?
May it choose what to erase,
For vanishing is not the case.
I want my soul to revive—
I’d give up everything to feel alive.
Apricity is the perfect word,
Even after the tempest—
Still, you are the warmth in my world.
